Hope and Belief

In a weak voice he asked her 'You still believe, don't you?' and as he spoke he reached up to brush away her tears. She nodded, not trusting herself to speech, knowing full well he meant God. 'Then there's no need for tears, is there love.' She shook her head marshaling herself and sighing, 'no, but that doesn't mean i want to wait, I will miss you you know.'

'Hah, yes, I suppose you will.' He laughed and the laughter turned abruptly to coughing. He turned to face her, resting his hand on hers 'don't worry, you've always had enough faith for both of us'. He laid back and settled himself into the pillow again.

'I'm sorry love, I told you I wouldn't convert on my death bed and I still don't believe. No lights and no sign came, I never got to share that with you' 

She patted his hand, 'That's ok, I know im right.' He laughed again, less coughs this time and weaker breaths. Then he sighed, 'I may not believe but for once sweetheart I'm hoping you're right'. He closed his eyes and released a final, comfortable sigh. 

She stood up and leant over him to kiss his forehead sighing with relief as she straightened again. As she left the room she took one last look back. 

She would see him again.