Arriving with Ed at the hospital, he's just taken away on a hospital moving bed thing. And after trying to get in to see him I've resigned myself to siting in the hallway hoping he's is going to be alright. He has to be. We were going to grow old with each other-with thirty cats and a fancy car. Out the front we'd have a white picket fence that we've covered in pictures that we did together. In every room, there'd be anew picture-maybe more than one. We planned this together... And now, he's in a hospital and from all that I know-he might be dying!
"He's alive, but you should probably call someone-he might not make it through the night." Ed's mother died six months ago so he's been couch floating for a while. Jazz and the others (except Leo) run through the corridors and stop when they reach me-I've given up. I'm flopping in a chair and waiting to be let back in the room to see him.
"I've been asked to call someone-but since you were already on your way I didn't bother. They said he might not...m-m" I gave up trying to say anything and didn't bother looking up to see their faces-I already knew what I'd see. It just hurt too much.
"You can go in and..." I didn't bother listing to the rest of the sentence cause I was already in the door.
Ed was hooked up to about five machines and the heart monitor was beeping slowly. I went to hold his hand and I pulled up a chair to sit by him. I pulled a chair up and started patting his hand and just mumbling to myself-but then the machine stopped. Everything's gone blurry and nothing makes sense anymore... People coming in-people going out, someone grabs my arm and the next thing I know-I'm sitting outside and Daisy and Jazz are crying.
"What happened? I don't remember..." I can't remember what happened in there but I'm not sure I want to know though. I had to ask though.
"You wouldn't let go of his hand... Even after he...he...died" Jazz then continued to cry into her hands. He's dead... And I have to admit I kind of knew it anyway... I think I lied to myself to try and change the truth. But my Shadow is gone-forever.

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Spray Paint Hearts
RomanceI had to write a story as an English essay (which was meant to be around 500 words and ended up being around 3,500 words...) and am so proud of it-I'm posting it up here. I know this is the second story that I've written for school up here but i rea...