With You // J.G

Chapter 35

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Gabrielle's POV

Do you know how much it hurts? It fucking hurts. Losing the reason I got up everyday. Losing the person that gave me the reason to keep going. Losing the person that gave me reason to live because when I was with him, it seemed like maybe, things would be okay for once. Without Jack I've lost my way and I don't know where to go anymore. There is no light at the end of this dark tunnel.

In Jack's last moments, I hope he didn't suffer. It wasn't instantaneous. I kind of wish it was. I'd rather him be gone instantly than suffer in pain for one second.

This is all my fault. He's gone and it's my fault. If I never left then Jack would still be here. His life faded away in my hands and I'll never forgive myself for that.

Losing Jack made me realize how empty I really am. I depended on him for my happiness. I know I shouldn't have but, whatelse was there to do? He was the only person who ever loved me. It was a great feeling. Now that he's gone, I realize how much of myself I put in his hands. I will forever be in love with Jack and our love for eachother will never fade... at least, I hope it won't.
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My eyes open to see a white ceiling. My breathing speeds up rapidly. I can feel a panic attack coming. I feel a hand on my left forearm and I jump. It was Katherine.

"Shh. You're okay, Gabrielle," she reassures me.

"Wh-where's Jack-ck?" I ask, already knowing the answer. Aaaand I'm back to stuttering. My heartbeat slows down but is still heavy in my chest. Katherine begins to sob uncontrollably. I instantly feel bad for asking. I guess I was just holding onto the idea of Jack being okay. As I'm waiting for Katherine to calm down I notice something. Jack looked so much like her. He had her eyes. When they cry they both seem like they want people to know they're upset. They don't cover their face, they just let the tears pour out. Like a cry for help.

"I'm sorry," she huffs. I nod. At that moment I realize something. Why am I in a hospital bed with this stabbing chest pain? Nothing happened to me; thanks to Jack. I didn't get hurt except for a few cuts from falling on the ground and fighting the police officer.

"K-Katherine? Wh-why a-am I-I here? N-nothing h-happened-d to me." She begins to cry even harder. I feel bad because I'm the reason why she's crying. I'm asking all of these stupid questions that are obviously hitting her in a sensitive spot.

"Honey, you had a heart attack on your way to the hospital. We were all so scared we had lost," she pauses to cry even more, "both of you. We thought we lost both of you." She takes deep breaths inbetween almost each word that escapes her lips. Heart attack? Had I really had a heart attack? I furrow my eyebrows, trying to decifer what caused it. "It was caused by the trauma and stress you experienced throughout your life and especially that event," she says as if she read my mind. I guess she was referring to watching the love of my life die right before my eyes.

"Was i-it bad-d?" I ask, referring to my heart attack. How could I not even know that I had a heart attack? Don't people know when they do? I guess not. Katherine walks over and sits on the side of my bed.

"To be completely honest with you," she takes a long pause before continuing her sentence, "it was very bad. I don't know the details but I know that you needed a heart transplant because your original heart was not functioning right." Her words hang in the air for a long time. The silence becomes the loudest thing in the room. That's a fairly bizarre concept; having someone else's heart in your body. Who's heart is in my body now?

I guess I was thinking out loud and asked that because Katherine looks at me with a look that I'll never get out of my head. I can't decode what the expression was but it made me wonder what she was thinking.