Hannah's death.
A/N
Idk where to start, so here ig. Btw I'm not good at writing angst
Hannah hadn't always been a healthy kid, in fact, she never was, she was born sick, she spent her first few hours alive fighting for her life. Fighting for the right to keep breathing, and she did, for 46 years, Hannah kept fighting and fighting, she fought till her very last breath.
Hannah was happy, she was married, with kids! the oldest being around 12, and the younger one 8, she loved them both dearly, but, she loved nothing more than her husband, Callum. They had met in primary school, the two seemed to hate each at first, but you know, years went by, hatred changed into friendship, friendship into love and love into marriage, they truly were happy
Here, how about we start the day everything started going downhill, that great, sunny day.
Hannah and Callum had gone to the doctors, they had been called in because they had found something in Hannahs's system, something bad.
"Well? What is it?" Callum asked, a clear shake in his voice, he was scared, and Hannah could tell
'Well, you see...Hannah has..cancer."
The room fell silent, Callum was shocked, his wife, the person he wanted to grow old with, had some deadly disease growing inside of her, the same woman he fell in love with, the same women he had kids with, the same women he swore to stay with throw sickness and health at the altar all those years ago, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, but, Hannah, Hannah wasn't surprised, she had always expected it. She was okay with death, considering the fact that they had been acquaintances all her whole life, she was okay with it, she had done all she wanted to do in life, she graduated high school, got a job, got married, had kids, everything in her life was perfect, she was okay with letting go, there was nothing left for her to do.
"But, you can help her right? There must be something you can do"
Hannah could tell Callum was thinking about everything he could do, trying to find some possible way of helping her, while he was going through plan A, B, and C, Hannah was busy trying to memorize every single detail on his face, the shape of his eyes, the pigment of his skin, the way he followed his eyebrows when he got confused, everything she was going to leave behind.
Months flew by like minutes, Hannah had spent every second she could with the people around her, going out every night with her friends, spending time with her kids, with movie nights and board games. She enjoyed it, she really did.
It was now late August and Hannah was laying in a hospital bed, surrounded by the people who raised her, her parents, siblings, friends, kids, family, everyone, Hannah was happy to see everyone together, so happy it brought her to tears, she started crying, she was upset, he changed her mind, she didn't want to go anyway, not so soon, she still had so much time left, so many more jokes to tell with her friends, she many more hugs to give to her kids she didn't want to go, she couldn't leave it all behind, who was she kidding? She had to stay. But what could she do now? She was already on her deathbed
To be continued
only 580 words bc im lazy lol
