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first chapter fellow humans - enjoy. T x _______________________
CHAPTER ONE
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eye twitched but I kept my eyes shut as I tried, fuck I tried to ignore the breathing of the machine next to me but it was impossible.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"I swear to the heavens if this machine does not shut up, I will make sure it does." I murmur to myself as my eyes remained close. My silent prayer to the gods seemed to have worked as the beeping ceased and I smirked to myself as I tried to fall asleep again.
Beep.
"That's it."Beep.
"I swear to fucking go-" Beep.
With no hesitation I grabbed the thick cord and yanked it out of its body, quickly falling limp at its side. In my triumph I failed to notice the flashing light in the corner counting down from five.
With my eyes still closed, I started to quickly drift off when 8 different sounds of fucking beeping symphonied across the room.
Growling out loud, my eyes cracked open. I sat up in bed the idea of sleep long gone as I got ready to chuck the chair across the room.
Click.
The door in the corner was heaved open and I all but froze when the door was slammed open, the hinges whining in protest.
Shit.
"Willow, why are your eyes closed?"
I'm safe.
"And why the hell are you holding the chair like that?"
Nope, I'm in shit again.
Mariah sighed before gliding across the room and taking the chair from my grasp, placing it next to the bed. Walking behind me she used her key to switch off the alarms, giving me a pointed look when I finally opened my eyes.
"Will."
"I know. I know. It's only trying to keep me alive while the tumour eats away at what little brain cells I have left thanks to that fuc-"
"Language."
I grimaced. "Sorry Riah."
"-flipping bitch of a machine." The look she gave me was enough to wish I was six-feet under.
And maybe soon enough, I would be.
Sensing my gloomy mood was near, Mariah smiled at me softly before sitting on the chair next to me.
"Has she come yet?" The hopeful look on my face cut through the cold exterior I had shown everyone besides this aged nurse next to me, my heart paraded on my sleeve as I waited for my love to walk through that door.
"Will, I-I-", she started, but no words followed when the sadness showed.
"Why won't she come. I'm dying." I whispered, my voice cracking after each syllable, each breath being harder than the one before. My heart beat slowed, and I grabbed my head when the migraine came back.
"You're not dying Will. Consider the surgery- it could save you." Her eyes pleaded with me to weigh the option of the operation.
But with no Blue in my life, it didn't seem worth living.
"If she won't come back to me, even to say goodbye, there's no reason for me to be here anymore. Chance to live or not, I don't want to be here if I can't see her one more time." I spoke quietly, it all came out so rushed I was surprised she made sense of it all.
Her silence was all I needed to sink into my black ball of never ending depression, so turning my head I looked out the window, finding security in the rain pelting softly against the glass panels.
I heard a sigh behind me before the sound a chair scraping closer, turning my head I watch Riah scoot closer, the crows feet surrounding her eyes were damp with tears and my heart thumped silently.
"Tell me about her."
I looked into her eyes and the sheer curiosity and interest almost winded me. Eyes wide I went to open my mouth to ask just who she was talking about, but she beat me to the punch.
"Tell me about Blue."
"What do you want to know?" I stated, finding comfort in the blanket draped around me, acting as a shield over the remains of our relationship.
"Everything. Her favourite food, her favourite colour, what she looks like, how you met her, why her name is Blue- I want to know how your story started, and all the bits and pieces in the middle." She spoke clearly, yet the words came to me a bit blurred and I did a mental double take before closing my eyes.
"She was, is, the light of my life. She was my past and my future and what I hoped to be all in one." I started, the memories playing back like a movie of all the time we spent together.
"Blue was just, Blue."
"She was what made me look forward to the next day, and the many more to come- together. She was..." I trailed off, a loss of words to describe just how much she meant time.
Her eyes shone, and a glazed look came about her eyes as she realised the type of person Blue was. " How did you meet Blue?" Her voice warm and slow, the words floated around the air around us as I remembered the day I met her.
"When I met Blue, she wasn't Blue."
"Wasn't Blue? What was she?" She queried, clearly confused by my double meaning.
