Frida's Bed

"I'd rather you didn't ask, I'd rather not talk. I'd rather you come and lie down beside me and hold me in your arms. And warm me. I'm cold, that's what I'd like to tell you. I can feel the chill of the grave blowing my way. Stay with me until I die, it'll be easier for me if you hold me in your arms, I don't want to die alone. Hold me. It won't take long, I promise. I still have just enough strength to look around and into my heart. Even that is coming to an end now. My hands are cold, my darling, make them warm. I'll leave quietly, look, see how quiet I am. I'm not angry anymore. I'm just waiting now."

Slavenka Drakulic, Frida's Bed