12:45 am. January 16, 2014
( Agnes' peachy hands, nimble fingers and deep blue glazed nails, lazily intertwine with the paler, rougher, and larger hands. Though hers blossom with warmth where his were spine chillingly cold. Soft breathes floated through her pink lips and her closed eyelids slowly twitch. The room is silent except the slow rhythm of their intermingled breathing.)
I can't keep my gaze from the light speckling of freckles across her nose. Her lashes gently fluttered as wisps of pale blonde hair fall into her face. My hand opposite the one she held immediately moved to push her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek as I pull back. God is she beautiful. Even in the dim orange lighting and the crouched position she's in, in the wood and linen chair beside my bed. She's beautiful.
A smile makes its way to my face and my heart pulses. My hand that holds her dainty warm one gently squeezes. My thumb rubs circles around her forefinger and smooth skin as our hands rest on the cool blue sheets. I love the way her hand fits in mine. I love her.
She slowly adjusts her position and her sweater pulls away revealing the smallest sliver of skin. My eyes take over every inch of her pale porcelain skin, from her hands in mine, to her revealed collarbone, up to her cheekbones and sweet lips, and down to her beautiful long legs.
I feel the pull in my heart and bounce in my stomach that I get whenever I see her. It grows and grows the more I stare. And then my palms get sweaty, my face clammy, and the pounding in my chest intensifies and my lungs squeeze. I feel my throat close up and I gasp for air.
My hand unknowingly squeezes Dee's tightly and the heart monitor besides me beeps relentlessly. After that everything plays off like in slow motion.
My legs flail as I try to sit up and I watch in horror as Dee jolts awake and a panicked look dawns on her face. I can tell she's screaming but I can't tell what. Her eyes begin to water and her head whips around frantically. And then she looks down at me, still screaming and I watch as the firsts tears fall.
She isn't bawling but I can see the panic in her eyes. My eye lids flutter and I drift off into the black. The last thing I see is her watery green eyes and pale pink lips.
" SKY! SKY! SKY! Sky."
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