Life Ends, Love Stays (A Moey Fanfic)

Chapter 22 - How Long do Memories Last?

Joey's POV

I heard the soft clicks of the nurses shoes but decided not to pay attention. I blocked the echoing heels out of my mind and focused on eating for some odd reason. I stared down at my plate, the food having no taste in my dry mouth. I had lost all the confidence I had once again. My heart dropped to my knees and my tears gathered in my eyes as always. Shivers ran down my spine every time I even thought about looking at Meghan.

The clicks stopped, "Meghan Camarena?" a voice asked from the doorway. The same voice as before, I thought as I matched the voice with her face. I remembered clearly how her short brown curls bounced in accordance with the clicks of her heels. I remembered her red face, probably walking from room to room in this hospital. The way her cheeks rested just below here eyes, the redness being most vibrant on her cheeks. The way she would adjust her collar every so often. Her white shirt and pants were ironed and put on neatly. I didn't need to look up, it was all from memory.

But how long do memories last? How long will I be able to remember Meghan's face and body after it is no longer in my life? How long will I be able to remember all the little things she did that made me happy? How long until she would just become a vague image in my mind of how things used to be? Will I even remember how things used to be? Before all this happened, before I realized my love for her? How long until I forget my almost painful love for her?

Will the memory just drain from thoughts until it she is just known as 'the girl I loved'? Will she become just another forgotten friend, a stranger? Will the way her nose crinkles and the corners of her eyes fold in when she laughs just be unimportant to me? The way she skips when she's happy. The way she clenches her fists up into little balls when she's mad. The way she breathes in her sleep. The way she jumps when she's excited. Will all that just become a blurry, inconsequential memory.

"We're ready for you to take your ultrasound." The nurse finished. I forced myself to bring my head up, the lights blinding me for a couple seconds. Once the sensation of colours and flashes stopped in front of my eyes, I looked over at the nurse who was currently un-clipping all the tubes off Meghan's arms and fingers. I managed to catch sight of her name tag, squinting my eyes to look at it. 'Lillian' I finally read. I'm not sure why I needed to know this information, or why I even wanted to, but for some reason, I felt like I would be seeing her a lot. Considering the amount of times I would have to revisit this horrid place. 

Meghan got up slowly and walked out of the room, following Lillian's lead. She was getting taken away from me, slowly, but then one day, all at once. I debated with myself whether I should get up and follow her. Instead, I just sat there, in the place where lives where brought into the world, or taken out. In the place where someone could be the happiest person they've ever been or the saddest. In the place where the florescent lights flickered above your head and the slightest sounds echoed in the small room. The only place, at this very moment, and in this situation, I didn't want to be.

A/N Writers Block = Short Chapter. I'm sorry!!!!

Who caught my tfios reference?? Anyone? No? oh