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❝ LAUGHING 'TIL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH, BUT THAT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH ❞
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TW.
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small drops of coffee dripped down from karen's cup at a fast pace onto her newspaper, as she sat in her established chair, feeling as numb as ever.
it was currently day twenty three, and she had still not been informed of anything according to when her boy would wake up. the only things doctors kept repeating to her were things like 'oh miss wheeler, as we have told you many many times, michael could wake up today or even five hundred years from now. it's all a matter of wether his body feels strong enough to do the work of getting up.' and to put it simple, it was driving her mad.
the dim lights of mike's hospital room were turned off, right as karen had finished with her newspaper and threw out her fresh coffee due to a sudden loss of appetite.
the night was gloomy. the moon and the stars being the only source of light shining through the damaged blinds.
this night was different. something in the air had changed and karen felt it.
she decided to call it a day, and for the first time in twenty three days, karen felt as if she needed to stay the night. she felt like if she would've left, she would miss something she wouldn't have wanted to miss. and so she mustered up every ounce of courage she had, and waited for sleep to find her while resting her head on the back of the chair.
surprisingly enough, the usual fearsome thoughts that came swarming in her head each and every night, were absent tonight.
therefore she fell asleep as the moonlight shone on her face, and soft breaths escaped her mouth.
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the clock in which was situated right above the door, read to be 6:41 in the morning, when karen had awoken from an awfully loud gasp coming from the one and only michael wheeler.
before she could even comprehend what was going on, her feet guided up and off her chair, and straight to the company of her son in a hurry.
she was overwhelmed to say the least. how couldn't she be?
the sun had just began to rise, and the birds began to chirp, creating the most peaceful and calming atmosphere. the light shining on mike's face giving him an irresistible glow.
his mother's face was breaking into the most heartfelt smile.
and when he opened his eyes for the first time in a long while, to find karen wheeler standing in front of him instead of his el... he took his last breath. after a couple of seconds, the heart monitor went flat and his body went cold.
because deep down he knew. he always knew. he always knew that eleanor was just a hallucination.
the drunk driver was not the cause of mike's death. el was. he stopped his own breathing because he finally understood how unhealthy it was to keep making unreal imagines of his 'soulmate'. he just plainly couldn't keep pretending that she was real; because she wasn't. during his whole life, he was purely alone. he had drawn the line right there, and finally decided to quit his shameful habit, which lead him to ending his life. because what was a life worth living without el?
she was his everything, but she did not exist.
she was his craving fantasy.
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A/N: um woah it's been a minute.. how we feelin ??
