Fix You ~Completed~

Act Forty-Five

"Hi! Sorry it took a little longer to leave. There were more people than usual tonight and traffic sucked getting back here. I'm also so sorry about earlier. God, I was so messed up! How was your night? Was it okay? Kyla?" I'd already discarded my shoes and set my apartment keys in the little dish by the door. I walked further into the apartment, checking around for my boyfriend.

Compared to earlier in the evening, I felt great. A few hours spent with my friends was exactly what I needed, even with the weird way Eddie was acting all night. Can't say that I blame him after what I put him through. I was lucky to have a friend that stuck by me when I went through my episodes.

The prospect of whatever it was Kyla wanted to talk about had been bubbling around in my head and, towards the end of Karaoke Night, it became so hard to wait! Who knew what kind of surprise Kyla might have in store. Maybe he wanted to go somewhere- just the two of us- and work out all that was going wrong. Maybe he was gonna promise to be better, to never drive me to even be tempted to take all those pills ever again. Maybe he just wanted to talk to me about nothing in particular. It was always possible he was shaken up after what I did and simply wanted time alone with me.

Whatever it was, I knew Eddie was wrong. My Kyla wasn't going to leave me. No matter what, he wouldn't. We loved each other. Even if it was tough sometimes, he loved me. Feeling that way was hard for him and I understood that. I'd always understand him.

Kyla was on the couch, out cold. I smiled a little at the sight of him sprawled out like that; legs tossed on the armrest, head on one of the pillows. On instinct, I touched the little ring he'd given me on Christmas. I'd been thinking of getting him one, also, but I wasn't sure if he'd wear it.

"Kyla," I sang, skipping over to the couch. I maneuvered around the coffee table and lightly poked him in the cheek. "C'mon, wake up. You aren't fooling me, Kyla."

He continued to lay there, stiff as a board.

My smile drooped. "Don't you dare give me one of those jump scares," I warned, laughing lightly. I shook him again. "Kyla, I'm serious. You're freaking me out. Wake up."

Nothing. Not a twitch, not a groan, not even a breath.

Not even a breath.

"Kyla!" I stammered, ripping his arm off his chest and feeling along for a pulse.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing!

"Oh, no! No, you are not allowed to do this! Don't you dare die on me! Kyla, Kyla! Wake up! No, no, no! Don't do this! C'mon! C'mon, Kyla! Don't leave me! Kyla!" I shouted, doing panicked chest compressions on him. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

He wouldn't. He wouldn't wake up.

Kyla was dead.