A Fangirl's Mind Lost In The Abyss

Our Last Words Are Often The Most Uncommon Ones «Queençoise»

Queen sat next to a hospital bed, stains of dried tears evident on her cheeks.

"You really s-shouldn't cry over me... It'd be b-better for most with me g-gone anyway..." Françoise's broken voice came, barely audible between his lack of volume and the obvious difficulty in even breathing with his current condition.

"How can I stop myself from crying when all I can do besides that is wait for the sickening sound of that monitor going flat?" the brunette replied, "You could've stayed so much longer if you hadn't declined the proper treatment."

"What would be the p-point?—"

"You could've stayed for at least my sake. For Oliver's. For Matt's. Hell, even for Allen," Queen said as she fought back more eminent tears.

"They probably d-don't care. You honestly s-shouldn't either, mon cher," the blonde replied monotonously as he always would.

"If I didn't care, why would I be here?" she brought up a simple question, though the Frenchman could've sworn the beat that his heart skipped when she asked was even evident on the monitor beside them.

"...I honestly don't know, Queen, why are you here?" he inquired.

"Isn't it obvious? Hasn't it been obvious the entire time I've known you?" Queen gripped the metal side of the bed tighter, tears rolling down her cheeks, only to feel a cold hand wipe them away.

"I told you not to cry," Françoise mumbled, is breathing beginning to become even shallower than before, "Ironic that my last words will be what I plan them to be, seeing as I've hardly ever uttered them to a single soul..."

"Françoise don't you dare leave me yet—"

"A-Adieu, Reine," he weakly pulled her face closer down to his until her lips connected with his chapped and faded ones, only for a short moment, "J-Je t'aime..." he hoarsely whispered, his violet eyes fluttering shut as the barely noticeable rise and fall of his chest ceased, silence filling the room aside from the faint sound the flatlined heart monitor.

"Je t'aime aussi, Françoise... If you'd have quit smoking when Oliver and I told you to... Maybe this... This could've ended differently..." the brunette muttered.