Love Is Love

What you taught me...

Lin's POV:
As soon as I saw Jon I dropped a few dollars and my autograph on the back seat and ran to meet him.
"JON! WHERE IS SHE!"
"I-I do-don't kn-know?"
"YOU ARE A FUCKING TERRIBLE LIAR WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO?!"
"She took my keys and went to my car! I'll take you there!"
I followed Jon to an empty car park where the keys and a note were in the middle of the area.

Dear Lin:
And here lies the family you were
too heartless to raise. If our child
survives this please give them a
good life.
Raise them as your own
and make sure to give them a
goodnight kiss from me every night.
Give them the surname Miranda
since it was all I wished for myself
and support them no matter what.
I hope you give them the love I never received and I hope you spoil them as much as you spoilt me.
I always loved you,
Adios mi amor.

One of my tears splashed on the note smudging the Spanish at the end and I ran to the river where the remains of the car were.
"Jon."
"..."
"If you fucking knew about this I swear to god."
"A-All she wanted were the keys to my car."
"FUCKING CALL 911!"
He quickly obeyed returning.
"I told them about the shortcut, they'll be here in ten minutes."
"Wait...THERE WAS A FUCKING SHORTCUT?!"
"I..."
"SHE COULD BE ALIVE IF YOU TOLD ME!"
He tried to comfort me as tears flowed freely down my face but I shoved him away feeling bad when his eyes widened in shock.
"Look I'm sorry Jon... It's just..."
"I understand. It's fine."
I took a deep breath running a hand through my hair. If I just turned around when I walked away and told her I didn't mean it she wouldn't be here now. My thoughts were interrupted by the shrill of the ambulance siren approaching, I simply got out of the way as they loaded her up and pulled me and Jon into the back of the ambulance with her. The guilt made me unable to look at her face, I couldn't bear it. I just kept re-reading the note feeling her heartbreak in every line. One of the men in the front saw the note and asked for it speeding up when they saw she was pregnant.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes sir?"
"W-What is it?"
"We might be able to save the child if we get to the hospital quick enough."
"What about her?"
"I-I'm sorry sir but she has passed already."
I went silent. I felt numb to it all. It was as if everything was going in slow motion. Jon looked up at me with tears in his eyes as I had to blink since the tears were blurring my vision. Stacy's dead. I told her the one thing worse than her dying was her dying when she hated me and look what fucking happened. Within minutes we were back at the hospital causing me to glare at Jon. Why didn't he tell me about the shortcut? They rushed her out first followed by me and then Jon. Although I wanted to tell Jon it was all his fault and he was a terrible person, I still couldn't brush off the fact that she wouldn't have left if it weren't for me, wouldn't have called Jon if it weren't for me, wouldn't have fucking killed herself if it weren't for me. I was more responsible than anyone on the planet and I couldn't fucking bear it. The man who took the note off of me returned it smiling sadly saying no one can see her until tomorrow. I nodded, tears still streaming down my face as I ushered Jon to come with me.
"C-Can I sleep round yours Jon?"
"W-What?"
"I just can't bear to sleep in me and Stacy's house alone and I don't want to explain it to my parents yet."
He nodded and hailed a taxi telling the man the address. Shortly after we both left the car I felt a pang of sadness remembering how I used to jog to the other side of the car and lift Stacy out. Jon unlocked the door saying he would take the couch and we both ate dinner in silence. No one had anything to say. I wasn't heartbroken anymore. It felt like someone had ripped out my heart, torn it into shreds and stood on it. Maybe she was right, she stole my heart and now she's gone, I am heartless. Jon washed up for me as I went upstairs. I was too tired to brush my teeth or anything right now. I want to forget everything that happened today. A day so perfect in the beginning yet so painful to end. I couldn't sleep. I simply stared at the ceiling contemplating what to do now. If the child does survive do I continue to raise them or do I give them to an orphanage? I am hardly sane enough to care for a child but it was her last wish. I should do it. I never got the time to apologise but maybe if this was my apology? Raise them as my own? It's a heavy burden yet I feel I must. For Stacy.
The next morning I woke early writing a note to say I left for the hospital. As soon as I got there they ushered me in and I frowned not seeing Stacy but when a nurse turned around holding them I cried tears of joy.
"Mr Miranda, I believe you have twins. One male and one female."
"A-Are they?"
"They're all checked. You can take them home now."
I nodded taking them to me & Stacy's house. I'll always call it that. Whether she's alive or dead. I bought them a crib each, cot each, hundreds of toys and thousands of clothing and a lifetimes supply of baby food. I felt Stacy should have a say in the children's names so, even though it invaded her privacy I found her diary. Every girl makes a list of baby names right? I checked and yes, for sure, there were two at the top.
"Isaac and Ariella. Suits you both don't you think?"
They looked at me blankly as I smiled. Ariella has Stacy's eyes, the warm blue crystals I looked into too many a time. I blinked back the tears and made some breakfast.
"Right Isaac and Ariella. I believe Stacy's at the table already, so let's go eat some breakfast!"

AN: JUST REALISED THAT I WROTE 51 CHAPTERS! TRRRIIIGGGEEERRRREEEED!!! Anyways hope you enjoyed triple update and I'll see ya in the next chapter!