isabelle.
when i got back from the hospital, i was at a place that was familiar and still has the same cozy feeling it had before. corbyns apartment. granted i used to live here to.
it was weird being back in the one place i felt safe then suddenly, that safety went away. easily, a little too easily.
i was told i should stay in the hospital a couple more days for my incision to heal, but i refused. yes, it still hurts. but, i can take care of myself. i always have, i don't need anyone but myself.
"soup"
"yeah, thanks corb"
"no problem"
okay so i don't need anyone but myself and corbyn. but.. i don't know anymore.
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corbyn.
isabelle seems .. well.. fine. like nothing ever happened. like the babies never died, like she was never pregnant in the first place.
taking care of isabelle wasn't the only reason i wanted her to stay at my place. at her apartment, she has the whole thing. the cribs, the room, the clothes, the baby food.
every single thing to remind her of the tragic event that had just occured. so, i told her to stay here.
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third person.
corbyn could sense it, isabelle was acting different, a little to different. so he decided to say something about it.
"isabelle, we need to talk"
"about what?"
"the babies"
"corbyn i can't do this right n-"
"do you even care? does it even effect you that not one but two of the best things that ever happened to us.. died?"
isabelle was silent, she knew that if she let out one word about the twins. that she would break.
"my whole world came crumbling down that day isabelle. and you're here, at my apartment, sitting on the couch like nothing even happened"
"carter and callie"
"what?"
"carter and callie besson, that's their names. the ones you liked, i wrote them on their birth certificates. and um.. and on their uh.. their d-death certificates."
you could see it in isabelle's eyes, the water building up. a tear ready to drop at any second.
"carter rae besson, and callie naveah besson."
"they were perfect names, for perfect babies. i loved them so much, the didn't even know. hearing of their passing was some of the worst news i have ever gotten in my entire life. then hearing that it was my fault made it one hundred times worse"
"i understand"
"no you don't, you never will."
"isa-"
"you'll never hear the words that came out of Nurse Jenna's mouth the way i heard them. the way i took them. i'm grieving corbyn, whether it looks like it or not i am."
"and what.. you think i'm not? cause if you haven't noticed, i was the one that had to see their dead little bodies, the small eyes shut, their last breath. i saw it all"
"we both in a very vulnerable state right now corbyn. but i can't take the constant stress and anxiety and pain day after day, i'm breaking"
at this point in the conversation, isabelle has tear stains and corbyn was done talking about it. in an attempt to comfort her, he later down on the couch, and gestured isabelle to lay with him.
and she obliged, needing to be in the arms of a loved one. she was glad it was corbyn. his strong arms wrap around her waist and their foreheads touching. she missed this.
and corbyn ..
was just happy to have the love of his life back in his arms again. even if it meant nothing to her.. it sure meant something to him.
it meant..
the world.
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so...this is cute.
kinda sucked at softball today.
killing the school game though.
hehe
peace and love bitch
-author
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The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story
Fanfictionfollow the life of isabelle, a girl who has stage 3 cancer and go with her on the roller coaster ride she has at the hospital she has been staying at. come along as she explores life and death situations, love, heartbreak and much more.
