Just Like That

• The End •

| 2 years later |

"She's holding on, but I think it's about time," the nurse was looking at me with pity.

"I can't let her go."

"I understand, but all that is keeping her alive right now is the machine," he looked down at his clipboard, writing something down.

"So does this mean I have to pull the plug?" My heart was breaking.

"I can have someone else do it, if you want."

I shook my head no. If anyone was going to do this, it would have to be me. I promised to look over Lacy for the rest of my life. This was the way I was going to be able to say goodbye, completely.

She has been in a coma for two years. The doctor said that when I checked her pulse, it stopped for at least three minutes.

She never woke up. Her body shut down, but her heart is still beating, very faintly. It doesn't even feel like she's alive. I just miss being able to hold her in my arms, kiss her face.

She was the love of my life. I could never have those special moments with her again. Every day that I spend without her, kills me inside.

"Are you ready, Christian?" My mind came back to reality, realizing that my name was called. Lacy always liked to call me by my full name because she knows how original it is.

"Can I just have a few more minutes?" I looked over at the nurse. His blue eyes looked tired and worn out. I felt bad for having him stay longer. Must suck working at hospitals.

Everyday a nurse or doctor sees someone die, families' hearts becoming crushed, souls being torn down, and sleepless nights that they have to spend here, over and over again.

I turned my head back to Lacy as the nurse left. She looked pale, tired, and still holding on to every ounce of life her body had left.

If I was to pull the plug soon, she could finally let herself go and be free. She always told me about Heaven and hell, and how amazing Heaven will be. I honestly don't know where I'm meant to be when I die. She was the religious one out of all of us.

Andrea and Crawford joined along. They are waiting in the waiting room. Andrea has already said goodbye, but Crawford couldn't bring himself to it. He's been depressed for a few months because of the situation.

No one is blaming me for the accident. A semi was thrown off the road in our direction. I remember her last words were for me too "watch out", but I wasn't listening. This was all my fault and I have the best friends and family ever. They trust me enough to know that I didn't do this on purpose.
Her mother was devastated, but she understood that, so was I.

I understand Crawford though. I don't even know how I'm able to do this. My heart is just breaking from inside out. I'm torn!

"Lacy, I love you. Even if you can't hear me, I'm still going to say all that I need to. So here it goes."

My voice was shaking.

"You're the girl of my dreams. Every moment we spent together was the best. When we fought, I would have just let you win and be mad at me forever, as long as I get to see you, but I needed to make things right. You have lived an amazing life as far as I could tell. Your parents have raised you correctly. Now you are leaving me," my voice cracked, clearing my voice and paused for a moment.

"We planned a life in the future, a perfect family, two kids, a boy and a girl. You even wanted twins! Someday I'm going to move on, and I'm going to name one of my children after you. It's not going to be easy living without you, Lacy," I paused once again. My eyes closing, breathing stopped. I gasped for air once more, gaining all sight back. I just had a panic attack.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not going to miss all the times that we didn't spend together, I'm going to cherish the days that we did. I love you so much. No matter what, I always will," I sat up from the chair next to her bed, leaving the room to find the nurse.

"Chris! Is she-," Crawford looked terrible. He was asking if she had died yet. I shook my head no, looking down at my feet.

"I need to find the nurse."

I left Crawford in the hallway. I was ready for my goodbye, was she though? She never had the time to say goodbye.

Her mother called me, I had to brake the news to her. I hated myself for it. Everything that happened was because of me.

"Mr. Collins! Is everything alright?" The nurse appeared from a room.

I nodded, looking down again.

"I'm ready."

He looked understanding, walking right past me to her room. I've dreaded this moment for a year now. How can this be happening? Oh right, because of me!

"Any last words to her?" His eyes were glistening.

I looked down at her face, stroking her cheekbone. Her skin is already cold.

"How do I do it?" I asked the nurse.

He simply taught me, letting me take over after he was done. It's either now or never. She's suffering because of me. Now I'm going to help her out.

I hope she remembers me. What if she doesn't! I'm already broken inside, I should just do as I was told.

I wrapped my right hand over the wire connected to the machine and the wall. The wire was cold, felt empty in between my hands. Lacy felt warm and comfortable in mine. She made me a better man. Now that she's gone, I am dead inside.

"Remember me," I pulled the plug.