MagCon: preferences and imagines

One Last Dance

*Johnson's pov*

I laid down next to Amelia. She was dressed in a gown, a hospital gown. Amelia has cancer and was loosing her battle. I didn't want to let it get the best of me, but it has been. She is my everything, my angel sent from god himself for me. I can't loose her. The doctor told me she only has 32 hours left in her and I think she knows it too. She was sleeping now and I pulled her frail body closer to mine and kissed her head gently. I now she misses her jet black hair as much I do, but there is something about her hairless head that made her look younger.

I loved her through it all, through the late night calls of support, the finding out she had leukemia, the staying up all night to make sure she was still alive and the countless "I love you"s over the 4 years we've been together. The day we found out she had leukemia was one of the most awful nights of our lives. She just turned 19 and we were out for her birthday, having fun and enjoying ourselves. Now I wish It could me in her place.

"Jack." She whispered, her voice barely audible over the loud beep of the heart monitor.

"Beautiful." I smiled at her.

"Im not beautiful." She blushed covering her green eyes with her small hands. I pulled her hands hands away from her eyes and held them in mine.

"You're gorgeous." I kissed her lips lightly and a small tint of pink rose in her pale cheeks.

"Thank you." She took in a deep breath. "Can you make me a promised, jack."

"I'll try." I smiled a weak smile.

"Will you move on after tomorrow?" she traced small patterns on my wrists with her fingers.

"Princess, I-" she cut me off.

"No. It is a yes or no answer." She looked at me sternly.

"I'll do whatever you want."

"I want you to move on." She stood up from the bed and walked to the window overlooking LA. The view was not as close to as stunning a her. "Jack please." She turned back around to face me.

"But...." I trailed off.

"Baby please, please move on." She took my face in her hands and looked back in forth between my eyes and my lips.

"Amelia, I'll try. I promise."

"Just don't forget me."

"How could I ever do that?" she laughed and buried her head in my chest. I let a few tears fall down my face.

My baby, my love, my best friend, my life was dying. It took everything in my power to not break down. I pulled her closer to me and she squeezed as right as she could. (Which wasn't very tight) and let go.

"Jack, can we do something?" she grabbed my hand and held it in both of hers.

"Anything my queen." I bowed.

"Will you give me one last dance?" a few tears slid down her pale cheeks and kissed them away.

"As you wish." I smiled. "What song?"

"Uh. Kiss me by Ed Sheeran."

I turned on my phone and played the song through the headphones and put one in each of our ears. I took her left hand in mine and my right hand rested on her waist. We swayed silently letting the music be the only noise we noticed. It blocked out the machines and the monitor telling us that her heart was slowly giving out.

I gave Amelia her last dance. I gave her one last kiss and I walked out of the room, knowing I'll never hold my angel again.