Auslly:Shattered- An Austin and Ally fanfic

Shattered- An Austin and Ally (auslly) fanfic

EXTREME EDITING HAS BEEN DONE. 

I looked at the test anxiously. 

3,2,1...

Positive. I smiled happily as a tear slid down my face. A little thing was stirring inside of me. I couldn't wait to tell Elliot. I looked at my copper watch. His flight had landed an hour ago. He should've been here.

Then, I looked at my clothing. An old tee-shirt and boy shorts. I laughed giddily in my silent home, and rushed to change and pulled on a black t-shirt and blue jeans and let my hair down. 

Ding dong. 

 

I rushed downstairs, and pulled open the door. Elliot stood there, but his strong face was marked with tears. I gasped and looked at him, helping him in,

"Elliot, what's wrong?"

He stumbled and I grabbed his wrist tightly helping him in.  

"Ally," he breathed. "I have lung cancer."

I felt dizzy, and like I was going to throw up. 

"Oh god." I mumbled. "What stage?"

He closed his eyes, "Stage 4. Ally I'm going to die. I'll be gone in less than two weeks." I looked up at him and pecked his forehead. Tears were streaming down his face again. I wrapped my face around his back, I rocked him back and forth in my arms, gently patting his back. 

"Elliot, I have something else to tell you." 

He looked at me sadly, "Yes, Ally."

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. "I'm pregnant."

He looked angry at first and I shrunk back, but then he looked upst all over again. "I'm not even going to see my first child be born."

"It's okay Elliot." I kissed him and realized  that tears were streaming down my face too.

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Elliot died 10 days later.  

The first couple of days were fine, but four days later he was transferred into the ICU and he could barely speak. 

For four days after his death, I didn't speak to anyone and didn't come out of my room. I hadn't even eaten. I felt as if i was stuck in this never-ending pit of sadness.

I was never, ever going to be able to smile again. I had lost at least 10 pounds, and my hands would shake whenever I tried to move. 

Then, on the fifth day a girl knocked on our door. Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin and an extremely perfect complexion.