Hello, goodbye

Come together

      "Okay, ma'am. It's time," the doctor announced, and I bit my tongue to hold back tears.
      "I guess George isn't coming then," I said to no one in particular, and John looked at me with pity.
     "I'll be in the waiting room. I'll see you as soon as you're done," john said quietly, and he, Cyn, and Julian began to walk out when I called him back.
    "John? Can you come with me? I'm scared," I said, and he hesitantly looked at the doctor to see if that was okay. The doctor shook his head without saying anything, and then John looked at Cyn for approval from her also.
    "Go, she needs you," cyn said, and pecked him on the lips before turning to me and kissing my forehead. I thought John would be weird about it, but he seemed okay with it. It was going to be a C-section, so he wouldn't actually have to say anything.
    Once they gave me meds, they started the procedure.  I couldn't feel anything physically, but me heart was heavy in my chest. If only there was a medicine to make a person stop feeling completely. John held my hand the whole time, and either looked at me or the ground.
     "Thank you," I said quietly once it was down, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
     "I'm jut so sorry, this is so unfair. You would've been a great mom," he said quietly, and it was a bit unsettling to see John cry. He always acted so tough, but he had a heart deep down. I smiled weakly for his sake.
     "It's okay, John. I just wish George were here," I said, and he clenched his fists, letting go of my hand.
    "I'm so angry that he's not," john said, and he sounded genuinely sad and mad.
    "It's okay. People deal with grief differently, and he's just dealing with this his own way," I said softly, and he shook his head and wiped away tears of anger.
     "No, it's not okay. You had to sit here and deal with this unimaginable pain, and he got to run away from it, it isn't fair," he argued, and I appreciated his genuine sentiment.
     "You know, my mom once told me to let go. When these bad things happen, it's okay to be sad. It doesn't mean that you're depressed, and it's okay to cry, but eventually, you have to let go, but never forgive," I said thoughtfully.
    "I love you, Rose," he said, and I was shocked. I was about to stop him right there, when he saw the discomfort and explained further. "Not in the romantic way. But I'm just happy that you're in this world. You're something else, you know? I've never met anyone even remotely like you in my life, and I probably never will again," he explained, and I smiled at him sadly.
    "John, you're very sweet. But I'm nothing special," I said, looking down, but he took my chin in his hand and lifted it up until we were making eye contact.
    "Yes, you are. You're an angel if I've ever seen one," he said, and with that, he walked out and George walked in.
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WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO BE SO DARN SAD