The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Twenty

Normani

Ten days till the end of the month.

Ten days till Lauren would be ripped away from me. That's all I could see it as. It was just ticking time and with each breath of her dying lungs, two seconds passed by. Two seconds that just fell off of another larger number as she laid here in my arms. She looked so peaceful, as if nothing were going on that could harm her. That's something I loved about her. Not once had she been wore down by the thought of being gone. At least not in public. She always acted the happiest to her extent and only cried when we were alone but that still only happened maybe once or twice. She was strong. She was so damn strong yet this illness was still dragging her down.

Her eyes were closed, her lips drawn into a thin line. I remembered when she used to smile when she slept. But even her lips couldn't deny that it was spreading. The internal damage was getting worse and she knew that.

There was a one in thirty chance that she could make a comeback. That her white blood cells would overpower the cancer and she would start to get better.

One in thirty.

Jeez. Wasn't that something to consider.

The chances were slim, and I knew deep down that there was no hope but I wanted to cling to one piece of hope so badly. I wanted her to be okay. I wanted to wake up every day with her. I wanted to hold her every day. I wanted to kiss her every day. I didn't want her to be gone, but I suppose I wasn't going to get that wish.

One day, I was going to wake up, and things weren't going to be okay. She wasn't going to be smiling and laughing as I cooked breakfast, watching as she danced to some old record on the player in the morning. She was going to be sobbing, coughing up blood as she cried about how her chest ached. That was what it was going to be like.

There was no happy ending with us. There was no fairytale happily ever after. There was only death. Only mourning.

My baby girl was slipping through my fingers as I so desperately grasped for her, trying to keep her close. That was all this was really. I was holding on when she was being pulled away and I just couldn't, I couldn't save her.

She tossed and turned in her sleep and I let her. I didn't try to stop the thoughts from trampling her hopes and dreams as she just laid there, her body separated from mine.

She ended up rolling over, finding her way back to my arms as she breathed out deeply. "Oh Lauren, if only everything was that easy," I whispered as I held her to me, keeping one hand on the back of her head and my other on the small of her back. She curled up to me, her body wrapping around mine as I held her.

She mumbled gibberish in her sleep as her face came to hide in my neck. I sighed and kissed her forehead as her hands clutched my pajama pants.

When she finally woke up, she pulled away and I was met with green eyes that I knew would never be replaced. I could never love anybody the same way I loved Lauren. "Good morning," she said and I smiled, trying to bring myself up as I kissed her cheek.

"Buenas días mi amor," I spoke back, watching as a smile spread across her lips at the words coming from me.

"You're so cute sometimes." She yawned and sat up, her eyes still not fully open as she looked around.

"I try," I answered and she laughed, the sound reminding me of an angel as she looked down at me.

"Want to get up?"