❝︎︎ she's like sunshine incarnate, there's not a bad bone in her body ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙎𝙒𝘼𝙉 is given one year to live
and decides to return home,
content to spend it with her father and sister
before she inevitably kic...
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WAKING UP WAS SLOW, HER HEAD FULL OF FOG AND HER CHEST ACHING.
She'd had a good week — it wasn't too much of a surprise that she'd ended up with a bad day.
She only wished her body had waited until she'd returned home.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
Elise whimpered in her sleep, cuddling closer to Carlisle — having only just realized she'd somehow ended up completely in his arms. One leg over his, her arm swung over his chest, and his hand softly grazing her waist.
"You feel warm," he acknowledged softly. "Are you feeling alright?"
"No," Elise whimpered, shaking her head. Tears sprung to her eyes as a cough threatened her lungs. She just wanted to feel okay for one day. One beautiful, perfect day with beautiful, perfect Carlisle.
But she was the sick, cancer freak he was dating.
"Shhh," his lips pressed against her hairline, his arm tugging her closer. "What's wrong, my darling?"
Tears fell from her eyes. "I'm not good for you," she whispered. "I'm sick and I'm just gonna...die on you and-and you'll wake up and...and you won't even remember me one day and I'll just-just be a skeleton in the ground and—well I don't actually want to be a skeleton. I want to be cremated."
He hummed in response, gently running his fingers across her back, allowing her to continue speaking.
"I made a bet with Bella when we were teenagers," she sniffled, letting out a small, watery laugh. "That if I die first she'll get a bouncy house and have everyone at the funeral bounce with my body. And," another set of giggles left her and he pressed a kiss to her head. "And everyone will bounce with my dead body. It'll be hilarious. And then, I get cremated and everyone roasts marshmallows over my body."
A laugh left her and she ended up coughing, moving up to sit as he ran his hand up and down her back.
"And then," she added hoarsely, "they have to say "roast 'em, toast 'em, hands up for canibodism.'"
Carlisle smiled gently, watching his girlfriend. Elise let out a small laugh, which turned into a sob and she put her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
"Oh, Elise," he breathed out, pulling her back to his chest. She sobbed against him, coughing every few breaths, her throat raw and her breathing raspy.
