Warning: A major tearjerker!
Matt left that afternoon, when visiting hours were over. Although he was hesitant, he had to comply, or else security would be involved. Matt was a welcome distraction to my utterly crappy life, and since his confession, an air of peace had been with me. He would always be there, I know it. I smile at the thought, as a hacking cough racks my body. It was painful, and the unsteady monitor drew the attention of several nurses, who came running in. Their sudden presence startled me, and as they came at me large syringes, I started to panic. Thrashing, I accidentally punched one of the nurses in the nose, causing a steady stream of blood.
"I want Matt!! I want Matt!!" I screech at the top of my lungs. I wish I could move my legs, so I could run out and catch up with Matt. I want him, I need him. Only he can calm me. Several nurses had to hold me down, as one stabbed the syringe in my arm.
"This is for your own good." The last words I hear as my eyelids droop down.
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I wake up, and realize I have no idea where I am. It was hospital, but not the room I was in for two days. I think. I lost track of time when I learned I couldn't walk. Sitting up, the door opens, revealing a middle aged man.
"Good your awake." He says in a gruff voice. "Matt will be here in a few minutes, so be sure you are ready." He says curtly, and leaves. I blink, and sit up, though it was a little difficult. What exactly happened? The last thing I remember is the nurse sticking me with a syringe. God Dammit! What kind of sick experiment did they perform on me? I sigh, and sit back on the pillow. A cough rises, but I swallow it down, trying not to repeat what just happened. The door opens once again, but this time it's Matt.
"Oh, (y/n)! The nurses looked really uncomfortable when I said your name. What happened?" He asks, hugging me, and pulling back to look into my eyes. I look down, having an understanding of doing what they did.
"Matt, I think I might be dying."
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Matt's P.O.V
Time seemed to have stopped when she uttered those words. No, no she can't be. She can't be! I won't accept it! I kneel on the floor next to her bed, and grab her hands.
"No, no, you can't be. You still have to live." I plead to her. My vision blurs, and when (y/n) starts to stroke my hair, do I realize that I'm crying.
"Matt, don't cry. You're supposed to stay strong for the both of us." She says weakly. I can hear the sorrow in her voice. The slick tears streak down my face, as I lay down my head on her lap. She continues to stroke my hair, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I sob harder, as hideous coughs make her form spasm. I stand up, and hug her until the coughs quiet down. But they never do.
"Matt..." She says between coughs. I look at her, fresh tears stinging in my eyes, looking at her own (e/c) orbs.
"Tell Joseph that I *cough cough* love him." She wheezes out. I shake my head.
"No, don't leave me!" I beg. She looks at me, smiling.
"Matthew Williams, I have loved you since the first day that we met. I will continue to love you, and please stay strong. It's not too late. Live your life." She says. I cry harder, realizing she is saying her last words.
"I love you, Matt."
"I love you too, (y/n)." I tell her. She puts her hand on my face, and I lean my head into her frail hand, and hold it.
Smiling, she takes her last breath, and dies in my arms.
Looking at her, cold and lifeless, I feel my heart break. An insurmountable grief fills the crack where my heart broke. I put my head in my hands, and weep. She was the one thing that made me happy, and now she's gone. The one thing that brought light into my dark world, and know, it's been smothered out.
(Y/n) was like a flame that burned too brightly, something that doesn't come around every generation, and like all fires that burn too brightly, they had to be stamped out. I still love her.
I stand up, and go over to the nearest wall, and punch it, the rage too great for me to push down. My fist leaves a mark, causing doctors to flood in the room. They forcefully drag me away from the one I love, the one who held my life up, but now the walls are collapsing in on me. I struggle against their grasp, but to no avail. As the distance grows between me and (y/n), so does the crack in my heart.
