Quiet Like a Ghost

Twenty Five;

Opal's POV:
I crawled back into Devin's hospital bed, not caring whether or not he'd be able to hold me. Ricky was sitting in the chair in the corner, yawning and playing on his phone, no doubt falling asleep slowly. Sleeping wouldn't be the worst idea. "I love you." I whisper, snuggling into Dev's chest more.

I wake up a loud beeping and Ricky picking me up swiftly. I soon realize the beeping was Devin flatlining. "No!" I shout, Ricky struggling to keep me in his arms. You cannot die on me. I struggle, tears streaming down my face, for awhile longer.

He had let go of me and I collapsed against the wall outside the room, sobbing my eyes out. Ricky crouches in front of me, "Opie..." He coos, moving some hair out of my face. "Don't Opie me! Just leave me alone!" I shout at him, slapping him when he tries to coddle me. "No! Get away from me!" I repeatedly hit him, gaining nurses' worried looks. "Shh, Opie. It's ok, it's all ok." He whispers as I break down even more in his arms.

"Ms. D'Angelo?" A doctor comes up to us. "Y-yes?" I stutter, too broken to talk right. "Are you alright?" He asks. "N-no, my b-boyfriend, may have j-just d-d-died." I cry more, Ricky pulling me even closer, pulling his jacket off for me to wear since I was shivering like mad. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but we weren't able to revive him. I'm sorry. He's gone." He tells me, looking at me like I'm an atomic bomb about to go off. I just bury my face in Ricky's neck, going through memories.

"Devin! Stahp!" I giggle as he tickles me while kissing my neck, sending my brain mixed signals. "What's the magic word?" He stops and looks at me. "Please?" I guess. "Err! Wrong! Strike one!" He sucks on my collarbone until a hickey forms. "Uh, sex?" I guess again, after all we are naked in bed. "Close, it's two words actually..." He tells me suductively, sucking on my sweet spot. "Fuck me." I figure it out. "If you ask politely." He chuckles moving down my body. "Please." I smile at him.

That wasn't that long after we met. He used to tease and play games before sex, always making me giggle. He loved my giggle and always told me it was one of his favorite things about me.

"Opal. You ok?" Ricky asks, seeming alarmed by my mellow reaction. "I want to go home." I whisper. "Ok." He pulled me up onto my feet, walking me out and driving me home.

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A/N: Legit sobbing. I make myself cry more than other people do. Lol I need help. Sequal will be up soon. I'm calling it 'Hardships of the Heart'