I paced in the waiting room of the hospital, praying Hayley would somehow be revived. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I felt empty inside as I waited, every minute feeling like hours.
Finally, a doctor approached me with a clipboard in one hand, probably holding some documents of Hayley's. I looked up at him, giving him a hopeful stare. He frowned and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. I dropped my gaze to the floor as hot tears burned at my eyes. I gave a slight nod as I gave a shaky sigh.
"H-How did it happen?" I managed to ask. "What was it that killed her?"
"The overdose. She took in a lot of medication. Most of them being painkillers, like--" I rose my hand and the doctor stopped talking, catching my hint. I didn't want to hear it anymore. It was already hard enough to accept that the love of my life was dead. I blinked back the tears, fighting them away so I would be able to look up at the doctot again.
"Can I see her?" I rasped. He nodded and led me to Hayley's room, where I found her lying in a bed, her body as still as stone. I heaved a sigh before I walked in, shoving my hands in my pockets. I studied her as she lied there, it looking like she was sleeping, more than dead.
"Hey," I whispered, wishing Hayley would answer back with a smile. Nothing. "You didn't have to do this, y'know? Die, I mean." I could already hear her reply with something sarcastic, in my head. She would probably say something like: "Yeah, but it was the only way out, York."
York. I was already missing her calling me that. I pulled a chair closer to her bed and sat there, studying her still body for a moment.
"If you weren't happy, you could've just told me," I said as I held her hand. I started to rub circles on the back of it with my thumb. "I swear I would've done everything in my power to fix it." Tears streamed down my face as I planted a kiss on her hand. "Hayley, I love you. I love you more than life, itself. Why did you have to leave like this?" I waited for her to respond, but then remembered she couldn't. I failed to fight my sob and broke down next to her. I stayed beside her bed, my tears endless until I was able to pull myself together.
I stood from the chair and studied a dead Hayley one last time. I ran a hand through her hair, then pushed her bangs away from her forehead; I replaced them with a kiss.
"I love you," I whispered. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are."
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In Love With a Renegade
Fanfiction{Warning: Can be triggering to some.} Hayley Williams is tough, sassy, and doesn't live by any rules. Taylor York is the shy guy who thinks he knows Hayley better than himself. What happens when he falls in love with her, the biggest mystery of his...
