last words [l.t]

prologue

copyright 2014 michaelgclifferd- ©

cover creds: nescience

❝I know so many last words, but I will never know hers❞ -john green, looking for alaska

{p r o l o g u e}

Her beautiful face was gleaming as I pulled her out to my car, "C'mon! I want to show you something!" I helped her into the car, rushing over to my own side.

The silence was comfortable, filling the small space of the car. The radio played softly in the background, her face turned to the window.

"Where are we going?" she faced me this time, patting her thigh with her hand.

"You'll have to wait and see!" I grabbed her hand and held it over the center console, still managing to drive as carefully as possible.

The sound of Ellie Goulding's singing filled the silence stretching throughout the car again. Her soft hums were soon heard playing along with the song, never missing a beat. My smile was wide, never leaving my face.

"And we gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn," she sang softly, swaying back a forth a little. I started to sing along, still navigating the streets of the small England town. Our tones harmonized and flowed throughout the car as we sang, melting into almost one voice.

My hand still clutched her as I pulled into the turning lane, almost to our destination. Across from us, a semi-truck idled in the turning lane. Her grip on my hand loosened as she looked around her, "Louis! I forgot my phone, can we please go back and get it?"

I sighed, "We're so close babe, can we just do this first and then go back to get it?"

"Louis please! I need pictures!"

I turned to her, "I can take pictures off my phone and send them to you!"

"I want my own pictures, just please go back to my house!"

"Please? Can we please just do this really quick?" I was desperate for her to say yes.

"Louis! Just turn around!"

"No!"

"Whatever! Louis can we ple-" her voice was cut off by her shrill scream as the semi-truck came closer.

My body felt no pain or emotions when the impact came. Another scream, and the crunch of metal was the only thing registered as she disappeared through the windshield.

"Emily!"

I sat straight up in the chair, people around me still sleeping. I layed my face in my hands, resting my elbows on the knees and rubbing my face.

"Tomlinson? Louis Tomlinson?" a female voice called out into the waiting room. I stood up and made my way over to the doctor.

"Hello Mr. Tomlinson, I'm Dr. Slaten," she offered her hand, which I shook, "We have news on Emily Walkington and her surgery, please follow me." she motioned down the hallway and started to walk.

I followed behind, my stomach in knots. She made her way to a hospital room and motioned me in. Laying on the bed, asleep and looking horrible, lay Em.

"Sadly, Mr. Tomlinson, she will not make it."

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ps- Slaten is pronounced "Slay-ten"

so yeah c:

-susan & meg