I went to Jace's room then. Alexa decided to stay in the waiting area.
I hated hospitals ever more.
When I got in front of Jace's room, I was literally shaking. I couldn't control my nerves. As I reached for the knob, a lot of things were crossing my mind.
Would I be ready? Would I want to see Jace still closed eyes? Would I touch his cold hands? There's a lot more and I was scared to ever find out if I wanted to.
I thought I was the one who opened the door, but when I saw that my hand was still an inch or two away to the knob, I looked up and I met Jace's mom's eyes. It was the same like Alexa's.--puffy, red, tired.
I could feel my own eyes stinging. I was about to break. This couldn't be real. I maybe dreaming right now.
"You're not dreaming, Emma," she said. Did I voice my thoughts out loud? I think I did. "He's gone."
The pain was piercing deep into my soul.
I clasped my hands together to lessen the shaking of it but I couldn't stop the pain.
"When?" was the only thing that I could make out.
"This morning. At forty am, the doctors were all over him. He was in deep pain. By five thiry-eight, the machine dropped to zero and that was it," she told me.
My knees had gone weak. I fell down on the ground instantly. My tears had escaped and there were no way I could stop them.
This was really real.
Jace was gone.
YOU ARE READING
From Afar
Poetry"I knew there’s magic between two people who falls in love with each other. That there was this invisible tie that cupid connected to their pinky fingers. And I was thinking, maybe cupid did that to us as well." ~ Emma
