Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

7. Forever

"Hey, Lynn." Grace forcibly turned my head using her index finger until my eyes were pointing back at her own. "What would you do if a girl told you she was in love with you?"

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The grating shriek of a chair had brought me out of my daze and threw my back into reality as I found resonance in a blank white wall. In that moment, we had shared a commonality of being hollow and emotionless. The only difference was that the wall had been numb to the world, life, and people. I wasn't. Grace had left me alone to be tortured, sucked dry by the things around me. I was envious of them both, the wall and Grace.

It was unfair. Why was the person I put so much into forced off of this planet? Why couldn't it have been both of us? She left me alone, stuck in the darkest pit I've ever felt. Pain overcame the wall, and the darkness had begun to constrict the life out of my mind and heart. I hadn't noticed it creeping in on me, not at all. It was a shadow in the night.

As though my head weighed a million pounds, I pushed myself off of the chairs and sat up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa only to find my mom sitting to my left. It had only taken a glare shot from my eyes for her to lift her own and stare back at me. Of all people, I had least expected her to be there. She never said another word about anything that happened at the police station, and more than anything, seemed to avoid the subject. That had said it all.

They both had 'accepted' what I was doing because I was their daughter, but they had never truly accepted the idea of it. I hadn't blamed them for not accepting the lifestyle I chose, they nor anyone else were obligated to accept it, but they had been selective with it. How was it 'okay' for me, yet wrong for anyone else? That was where the distance started to form, my anger and their hypocrisy.

"You can leave." I ran my hands over my face, as though the grogginess and burning in my eyes would fade as they fell along them. "Don't want to burden you with my problems or anything."

"Jesus, Lynn. How long are you going to stay this unreasonable?" she chomped back. "There was nothing we could do for a girl that was treated perfectly fine, not then and definitely not now."

"Then why the fu-"

If as though the world wanted to stop what had almost been another shouting match between us, the doors flew open and an older man came through, rippling his masking off as he passed me and went straight for Grace's parents. In the eerily quiet halls, it hadn't been hard to overhear him and his soft voice. A trained, seasoned voice that lacked empathy in every way.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lynch. Aside from broken bones, your daughter is in a coma." I could feel his eyes hit the side of my head. "We do not have a time table. It could be a few weeks, a few years, or anything in between."

I was conflicted in the deepest meaning of the word. Grace was still alive, breathing the very same air I had. At the same time, she had been dead to the world. It was as though my heart came back to life, but was ripped out before it had the chance to beat again. Was Grace alive and with me in some way? Or was she dead and gone with a beating heart? Would I hold her again? Would I feel those same eyes burn into me ever again?

What if she woke up right then? What would I say to her? How would I feel? What would she say to me? How would she feel? Was I the cause of what she had done? Had I been the one that made her try to kill herself? Why had she left me with questions and no answers? How come I was the one stuck with all of this confusion? How come I was the only one left to shed tears?

My head fell against the wall, eyes blurring with the same liquid I thought I had been empty of. All I had done for hours was cry and cry, attempting to expunge myself of the pain and misery I felt. But there I was, looking at the roof as the tears began to rapidly fall once more. Had that been all I was good for, crying like a child while the person I loved lied in a bed without movement or expression? Shouldn't I have been there for her?