Fan Fiction ❯ Of Earth and Fire ❯ Addy. November 5, 1994 ( Chapter 1 )

ADDY. March 22, 1994.

 

Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? Can I get another pillow for your head? You're sweating, here's another cold towel. Calm down, it's okay. I'm going to have to leave soon. Don't worry, I'll be back in the morning. No, Roger, I have to leave.

 

The nurse said you were being quite troublesome. I expect that behavior will end. You can't be a pest to the doctors, Rog, your life is in their hands. The nurses don't much appreciate your flirtatious remarks, either. You think it's funny, but I'm being serious.

 

Yes, ma'am! I'm just…saying goodbye…

 

Roger, I have to go.

 

Let go of my hand, Rog, I have to leave - Oh for heaven's sake don't look at me that way. I'll be back in the morning. Don't be ridiculous! Of course you'll be here in the -

 

 

Roger?

 

 

Are you being serious?

 

 

I sit back down at his bed side and look into his eyes; his deep brown eyes that can see so deep inside me it hurts. I watch as the fire of life that once glowed so radiantly in his eyes flicker away. I suddenly know that he is right; these are our last moments together. I grip his cold, weak hand tighter than I have in years, as if I have been afraid touching him for fear that his sick body would break. It is too late for me to do any harm. I want to be close to him before I no longer have the chance. Tears swell in my eyes as my fear of losing him becomes real. I can no longer ignore his sickness. I lean forward and place my cheek to his. I think maybe I can put life back into his pale, thin face. His weak breath brushes past my ear, and I have to hold my breath to prevent a sob from escaping my lips. I love you, I whisper to him. I mean it with every fiber of my being. I am trying to keep control of myself and a hot tear rolls down my cheek and disappears between our skin.

 

Pink on white.

 

I pull back and look into his fading eyes. I smile sadly as he repeats the words back to me, voice quiet and trembling. I know I love him. I cannot remember a time didn't. - All the years of our lives together and apart come flooding back to me as his grip on my hand weakens slowly. Suddenly, it is as if I can see our lives playing on a nickelodeon through his eyes.

 

How long ago we met…how long we were apart…how much I wish we could start again…

 

Oh, how I wish it wasn't over…