Imagine that with Demi Lovato (Lesbian Stories)

Say Something pt.2

After that day in the hospital and I returned home, I realised how weird this was going to be. I'd been alone in the house before but the thought of Y/N not returning ever seemed to make the place feel so much bigger and empty. I didn't like it. I thought about her a lot. Each day there would be someone who would ask me if I was okay and I had to say yes. It was like I was trying to trick myself into believing that I was emotionally okay with this. It hurt a lot to picture the love of my life laying in a hospital. But I had to push on like nothing happened. It was an endless stream of work but I was grateful for it. It kept me distracted. I'd developed an interesting relationship with Y/N's mother too. We grew closer due to how often we'd talk on the phone. I couldn't even imagine how this was for her. The thought of losing a daughter seemed too painful to even comprehend. Y/N always talked about her mom. She was a huge influence in her life, Y/N adored her. I could see why. She was a very wise woman but also sweet. Surprisingly she wasn't anything like Y/N at least from what I could tell from our chats. Maybe she got her attitude from her father?

On a fine morning we were driving to an interview. I was tired and I had a headache from my tight ponytail. I was grumpy to say the least. Just as we arrived, my phone started ringing. I got it from my pocket. It was Y/N's father. He told me that Y/N had an infection. Apparently they hadn't noticed it before. I was confused how trained health professionals could miss such a thing but I guess we all make mistakes. Only my mistakes don't cost people their lives. I almost had a panic attack in the car. He continued to tell me they were doing everything they could but there was no easy way to fight an infection. I told my team about the call and they immediately asked if I wanted to cancel my interview. I didn't. I wanted to just carry on so I wouldn't think about it but even with all the work I had to do I was distracted. I couldn't help thinking about whether she'd be okay.

Turns out she wouldn't be. She only got worse. Her body just wasn't fighting the infection and the medicine was just stopping it from spreading quickly.  After all this time I'd come to the realisation that at some point I was going to have to let go. I didn't necessarily want to but there was little chance of her waking up. I finally worked up the courage to go visit her since the news of her infection. Walking into that hospital, unlike all the other times, filled me with dread. Her parents were there. They told me the doctors think she hasn't got much time left. I entered her room with such caution. My eyes drifting over her, you could see the life had almost been drained out of her. She'd lost weight around her face. She was pale. I couldn't help but sigh. Last time I sat alone in this room I poured my heart out to her. I prayed to god that she would wake up but it didn't work. Was this me giving up? Doctors aren't always right. They got things wrong as we know. But even so all of this was driving me insane. I was messing up performances. Drifting out in interviews. I couldn't even sleep. None of this was healthy.

"Y/N..." I took a deep breathe. I had no clue what to say. I wanted to be strong for once. "So after talking to the doctors and your parents they said I should probably say something before it's too late. And so after some thought, I'm choosing to say thank you. Thank you for loving me. Being there for me when I needed you. For everything. You've shown me things others never could and I'm eternally grateful for that. You're really something else, Y/N. We've had a lot of good times over the years and I wish there were more to come. I wish we had more time but for now I'll just say I love you. A lot. Nothing will ever change that." I rose to my feet. It wasn't heartfelt or emotional. Reaching the door, I took one lasts look at her. "Goodbye."

I walked out into the hall met by her parents. They flashed warm smiles but didn't say anything. Her mother pulled me into a hug. Squeezing me rather tightly. It reminded me of the first time we met. It even looked like she had been crying. With an arm draped over my shoulder as a sign of comfort she began leading the way out the hospital but my mind drifted back to Y/N. That wasn't enough. She deserved more than that pathetic speech. I was just scared. Scared to actually let go. A stray tear fell down my cheek and that's when I knew I couldn't leave yet. I pushed Y/N's mothers arm off me and rushed back. Stumbling through the door of my unconscious girfriends room. Nobody followed me inside, I was surprised by that. I retook my place in the seat beside her bed.