Eyes (Completed)

Loss

Blythe POV-

I was at work when an icy feeling slither down my spine like a serpent, cause the wind to be knocked out of my lungs. I panted and gasped for air, dropping my pen on my desk drawing the attention of my client. "Ms. Harper, are you okay?", she asked as I clutched my chest in agony. It felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out and lacerated to bits. My phone rang in the midst of my episode and I heaved through my answer, "H-Hello?".

"Babygirl, hurry home now. It's your grandfather, he's very sick.", I heard my mother choke out and after that, it was a blur. I don't know when I hung up, I don't know when I got in my car, and I don't know when I made it to my childhood home. I only remember staring down at the cold, paling body of my grandfather with mournful and misty eyes. My mind raced as my mother and grandmother held onto me looking to be consoled as my father pulled the sheet over his limp body. 

He said he'd never leave me...

I never moved from my space, not when my parents tried to pull me away. I didn't even budge when the coroners deposited my grandfather into the infamous black body bag. My feet moved without my brain's permission to follow the coroners to the ambulance and my throat ached when I fell to the ground, screaming my esophagus raw, before passing out from the pain in my heart.

Author POV-

Nobody knew what caused Alexander to fall ill when he was so healthy only moments before collapsing on the tile floor of the kitchen. Even during the autopsy, everything came back normal; no failed organs, no life-threatening injuries, no illnesses, nothing. The pathologists had no choice but to mark the cause of death as death by old age.

 Although his death was unknown to the pathologists, Grandma Hazel knew exactly what killed him. She noticed the glare of his shadow but before she could do anything, they took him. Her grief, anguish, and remorse grew with each passing day, becoming weaker with each one. It was the forth day when she collapsed just as her husband had done a few days before.

Blythe and her parents watched helplessly as she laid on her deathbed, speaking to each 'privately'. The message for Blythe stood out prominently in her ears even as the process that Alexander went through repeated. The only difference was when the pathologists performed the autopsy, they found that she died of a broken heart.