I'll Follow You Into The Dark {Completed/Being Edited}

Chapter 37 ...In The Blackest of Rooms...

KYLE'S GOODBYE

I was cuddled up against Stan, his arm wrapped around me. My head was nuzzled under his neck, he was running his hands threw his hair, until suddenly he switched positions until our foreheads were touching. I rubbed my eyes and pulled him closer, kissing his neck. 

We both closed out eyes for a moment, but then we opened them, staring into each others eyes. I stared into his dark blue eyes and he stared into my emerald. A silent moment, we didn't talk, we just stared, beautiful filling this last moment of undying love. 

"I think it's time" Stan told me seriously. I felt tears spring into my eyes and I took my arm off of him, tears ran down my face. How could it be time? "I think it's time to go to sleep" he whispered. 

"Just a little longer" I demanded, trying to hide the tears in my eyes and on my cheeks, but since we were lying, foreheads touching and eyes watching each other, it was impossible. 

Stan reached his hand across and ran his thumb slowly across my cheek, wiping my tears away. "We're always going to want a little longer" Stan whispered and we lay in silence for a couple of second. 

"I don't think I can do it, I don't think I can click off the bypass machine, I'll be the one who killed you" I started crying again and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, holding him close. This was how it was always suppose to be, us, together, lying together, growing old and having kids. But those were only dreams, and dreams are fucked up. 

"I'm already dead" Stan told me, trying to stay as tear free as possible and he nuzzled up close one last time, his nose to close it touched mine. 

"It's okay" he reassured me. 

"It's not okay!" my voice getting a little louder "Why is it okay with you?" I asked, only now realizing that he was the one dying, and he was the one who had no where to go. "Why aren't you angry?" I asked, raising my voice again. 

"That's not the last emotion I want to experience" Stan spoke slowly, with confidence in his voice. 

He put his hand on my cheek and leaned forward, planting his last, final kiss on my lips. Slowly pressing his lips against mine. Stan then detracted and planted a light kiss on both of my cheeks and on my forehead. "I love you, and I always have" Stan told me, whispering it softly, he was tired. 

"I love you, I always have..." the last bit of the sentence I could not complete until I finally swallowed the bulge in my throat and said it "And I always will..." I had said it, now he was going to be dead, and me stuck with the memory of his last dying words. 

Finally slowly enough I reached across and pressed several red buttons, the fans on the big machine stopped turning and the lights stopped blinking. And Stan's heart stopped beating. 

I turned back towards Stan, his mouth was frozen into the shape of out last kiss, I took one last look at my teary face before he slowly closed his eyes, putting his neck down so that I would see his dying eyes and nuzzled under my neck. 

Tears broke out and I sobbed loudly, hugging Stan's lifeless body. begging for him to return to me, asking why, asking why, why... why. I rubbed his face and kissed his lifeless lips, even if he could not feel it. I was there.  

Stan was gone.