One hell of a story (Queen fanfic)

Part 4

Freddie always took care of me and that's something I loved about him. He would always put others before himself and he has never been any different. But soon it was my turn to look after him...take care of him and cater to his every need, make sure he was comfortable and had everything he wanted. Even fighting against death he was the same. As I watched my lover slowly slip away I knew that all he was worried about was the suffering he was causing to the people around him. All he was worried about was upsetting everyone else and having to watch them suffer....he didn't want to hurt anybody. He never cared that he was dying... he never cared that he was ill. He knew that everybody's life came to an end at some point and his just happened to be earlier. He had completed everything in life he wanted to do and he was ready to face the fact...he was dying...the fact that soon he was leaving the world...and leaving everyone he loved behind him.

Flashback-

I sat at Freddie's bedside, clutching his hand tightly. I didn't want him to leave...I didn't want to have to watch him suffer knowing there was nothing I could do to help him. There was no cure for the horrible disease that was causing his pain. He had stopped taking his medication and his health was now declining rapidly.....he was slipping away. I watched as his pale, fragile body laid there. His hand in mine and our eyes glued to each others. A small smile was visible on his face as we kept eye contact.

I didn't want to admit to Freddie that watching him suffer was killing me...causing more pain than he realised but at this very moment the only thing I wanted to do was fill Freddie's last moments with happy memories. Not memories of me feeling sorry for myself because my lover was dying.

"Hold me" Freddie said his voice weak and full of pain. I got up from my chair, making my way to the other side of the bed and climbing in. I wrapped my arms around Freddie tightly, feeling as though any moment he would slip away. His once muscular, strong body was now thin and fragile. The disease was taking my love away from me and it was winning.

"Rog...I love you" Freddie said, slightly turning to me...facing me and softly pecking my lips.

"I love you too Freddie....and I want you to know that. We have been through a lot over the years and I wouldn't have wanted to share it with anyone other than you" I was begun to get emotional; we were talking as though it would be our last conversation.

"Roger I know. I love you with all my heart and I always have. I wouldn't have wanted my life to be any other way. You are the only person I would want to share my life with. My dream came true...I shared my life with you" my eyes were beginning to blur as the tears built up.

I didn't want Freddie too leave and any day now I knew he would. Every moment was precious. Any moment could be the last.

I watched as Freddie's eyes began to flutter slightly.

"Rog, just remember I love you" he whispered, he pulled my head towards his. Our lips meet and we shared a passionate kiss, full of love and admiration.

"I love you too Freddie...never forget it" I said after pulling away. I watched as his eyes flutter closed, presuming he was now asleep.

Flashback over-

But that day I was wrong. He hadn't fallen asleep...he gave up the fight. He lost the battle and died in my arms. People often say 'this is the worst day of my life' and truly the day Freddie died was the worst day of my life. When he died my love and hope went with him. The man he discovered in me had gone and my old depressed and sour self came back.

It was as though that moment Freddie knew would be his last. I look back on the time me and Freddie spent together. The concerts we played, the songs we wrote...often for each other. Our life together was well lived. The memories we made would be remember and his legacy will go on.

I sit in the room Freddie and I once shared. The room I struggle to now walk in, but its moments like this I enter the room...Remembering everything we went through.

I sit in the chair he once sat in, staring at the paintings he made. Staring at one painting in particular....the one he painted of both of us. Our arms were wrapped around each other as we both smiled. I diverted my eyes from the painting, looking at the other photos and paintings in the room. Sheet music and lyrics still lay across the piano that sat in the corner of the room. Since Freddie died I hadn't dared change anything in this room...and I think I never would.

I took in a deep breath as the tears still fell. The only thing now left of my late lover was the memories we created...the times we shared and the thoughts people had of him.

Our story is a long one....and in this book I have shared a few moments but our story is too long to tell....but let me say we do indeed have one hell of a story...