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"PLEASE DON'T GO." She sobs, regretting every decision she made to go to Canada to play a stupid game. The sixteen year old holds his cold hand, he was almost gone, she could hear the last breath, waiting for death's door to open in return to his knock. The girl lifted her head, pressing her lips to his bruised knuckles, trembling as she does, "I'm so sorry... I should never of left, I'm so sorry." Tears cascade down her eyes when his dark and dead eyes trail to her.
Licking his lips, he lightly squeezes her hand, "Don't be sorry, charm. You'll be okay." The poor girl breaks into sobs, "Come here." The father slowly moves his arm, to let his little girl into the bed with him. She crawls in, like she did as a little girl, curling up in his side as he holds her and she cries about a nightmare. This time, it wasn't fake, he was gone... there was no saving him. Why did she have to leave? She should've spotted the signs, she should've known that this would happen.
The sixteen year old sobs into her father's chest, fingers curled into his hospital gown, as he strokes her hair. She can hear his heart slowly stopping, beating slower and slower, dragging out the agony of loosing him. "God, Papà please don't leave me." She begs, hiccuping as she speaks, sniffling as he builds the energy to reply.
"It'll be alright, Charm." It's not alright though, it's not alright... she was in Canada when he went to the hospital, when he collapsed and fell down that flight of stairs. She was in fucking Canada and she didn't find out. It's not alright. It'll never be okay, "Sarò sempre con te. Proprio in quel tuo grande cuore. Ti amo, Giulietta, così tanto. E ti do la mia benedizione per sposare quel tuo ragazzo." I'll always be with you. Right in that big heart of yours. I love you, Juliet, so much. And I give you my blessing to marry that boy of yours.
And he's gone, a simple little breath and he's gone, his eyes losing the light, his body going limp and leaving her soft hair. Jules hears the last thump of his heart, feels him die in her arms, and her face crumbles, the sobs of sheer pain echoing throughout the hospital.
Juliet Barnes woke with a start, gasping and finding herself unable to move amidst the sheets tangled up around her legs, muscles seized up from the terror she feels. The fear is not foreign by any means, not even the nightmare, but it didn't make good company. Her breathing was harsh and her vision couldn't focus on anything in particular as she sat up in the comfortable bed her and her boyfriend shared.
Nightmares took over her sleeping pattern, they had even before Luca's death two years ago. After her fall, she remembers being terrified all the time. But terror was instinctual after a while, it became like a bodily reaction every time she even thought of ice.
