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"When someone you love dies, you never quite get over it. You just slowly learn how to go on without them, keeping them tucked safely and closely to your heart."

-Unknown

Zachary's P.O.V

Her eyes rested peacefully and her hand never moved while it remained on my chilled, covered chest. Her chest rose and went back down with her quiet breaths, bringing a sense of happiness to know that she was here and that she was alive.

It was moments like these that made me sit down and truly appreciate what I had in life. Just like that-I could've lost her in a heartbeat.

Even though I wasn't the person who experienced a seizure a day ago, it was as if it was me on the ground struggling to move my muscles the slightest.

Struggling to gasp for air.

Struggling to stay conscious and not black out.

It just proved how strong she was as a person. How determined she was to get to see the faces she loved the most, one last time.

Her hands were so cold, even though I warmed them up minutes ago with a hand massage that consisted of her favorite pomergrante lotion and a drop of my genuine love for her.

She shifted from her previous position, clutching her side in misery and plopping herself back onto the mattress.

I lifted her with ease and pulled her onto my lap gently, insuring that I handled her as fragile as possible.

She shook within my hold and rubbed her arms, blowing her hot breath to get her body heat going.

I slipped my black t-shirt over my head and wrapped it around her, tightening it so that it wouldn't fall off her small frame.

She snuggled her head into my neck and sniffled,"Zachary. . .there is something that I need to tell you." Her voice came out muffled and low-it was different from her usual cheery and vibrant voice.

I nodded my head gently against hers, signalling for her to continue,"I. . .I'm scared."

For a second, it seemed as if those weren't the right words that were supposed to depart from her pale, purple lips.

It was almost as if the real meaning stood there, being concealed by words of fear.

"What exactly do you mean?" She curled up in my lap and continued to shiver, despite my previous attempts of warming her up.

"I'm scared for what the future holds. . .I'm scared for us." With her last fainted word, she sneezed forcefully into the tissue that was balled up in between her fingers and drifted into a deep slumber.

I reached over and pulled out a small wooden box that held something that would keep us connected no matter what the future held.

It was a promise ring.

The same one my father gave to my mother before she died in a tragic car accident exactly five years ago.

I lifted her left hand and picked up her ring finger, slipping it through the ring of diamonds.

The ring that meant the world to me and my deceased mother.

The ring that held so many memories that I would hold close to my heart forever.

Her heavy eyelids opened the slightest bit and her weary blue eyes looked at the treasure confused.

She held it up in front of the window and shook her head with difficulty, holding her hand to her head in the process. She held her porcelain hand over the bed and dangled it, causing the treasure that my mother had given me five years ago.

To fall off.

She stumbled off the surface, falling to the floor in pain.

"I can't Zachary," She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. She turned her back away from me and I could only imagine the tears that were threatening to overspill at any given moment.

"I understand," I muttered, burying my face in the palm of my hands.

This had to be how my father felt like when Delilah Olivia Tyler died.

The love of his life.

My mother who meant everything to me.

The feeling of loneliness and suffering.

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