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Goodbye, Darling

Goodbye, Darling

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1991, London

THE PAST SIX years have been the best of times but also the worst of times. Every now and then, Freddie would get severely sick and scare the band but he would turn out to be fine.

But this time, he wasn't going to turn out to be okay. Freddie has recently been suffering from bronchopneumonia with the complications from aids.

Jim called the Taylor family and told them it wouldn't be long until Freddie's fire would go out. Arabella knew this day would come but she wasn't prepared for it.

As 15 year old Ella, and the 9 year old twins stayed with Madeline, Roger and Arabella went to go see Freddie one last time.

When Arabella entered Freddie's room at his mansion, all eyes fell on her. She told herself to stay strong and not cry but when she saw the tears from Mary, Jim, Brian, Deaky, Miami and Cash, it was hard, especially when she saw a sick Freddie laying in his bed.

"Hey, Bella," Freddie smiled weakly. Arabella sat on the empty spot on Freddie's bed, next to him.

"Hey, Freddie," Arabella said as her voice broke.

Freddie let out a harsh cough, "Where's Ella and the Twins?"

"They, erm..." Arabella looked at Roger who had tears falling from his eyes, "they couldn't make it, but they wanted me to tell you that they love their Uncle Freddie so much."

"I love them too," Freddie sighed, "and I understand why they didn't come, I don't blame you."

Arabella slowly started to cry, "I'm trying to stay strong I really am, Fred."

"Sweetheart, it's okay," Freddie brought his hand up slowly and pushed a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, "Bella, even if I won't be with you physically, I will always be with you in your heart."

"Your my hero, Fred," Arabella said as tears streamed down her face, "if I wouldn't have met you, I have no idea what I would have done with my life."

Freddie let out a small chuckle, "now look at you...you have great friends, a wonderful husband, and beautiful children."

Freddie looked at Roger, "my friend, you've done well...take care of her, and promise me you will not let the name Queen die."

Roger nodded as his lip quivered, "I promise."

"I love you, Fred," Arabella sobbed and hugged him. She stayed still not wanting to let go, until he whispered in her ear, "Goodbye, darling."

Arabella slowly sat up and realized he was gone, her hand came up to her mouth and she just cried. She didn't care about being strong anymore, she just wanted her best friend back.

Roger sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed in his chest. His eyes burned with tears as he looked at his lifeless Friend, "goodbye, Fred."

Arabella and Roger slowly stood up, Deaky hugged Arabella tightly, "he's not suffering anymore."

Roger and Brian joined in on the hugging, they all cried but they were happy that they got to spend a lot of time with him before he passed away. Arabella felt her heart break, she couldn't believe he was actually gone.

A couple days passed, Jim Beach told Arabella and Roger the inheritance from Freddie. As they sat in his office, they waited patiently until Jim Beach walked in.

"Hello, Bella and Roger," He said and sat down in the chair by his desk, "as you both know, Freddie will be cremated as he wished, but before I get to that part, let's talk about the belongings he left you two."

Roger grabbed Arabella's hand as he saw her eyes get watery, as Jim Beach read the note Freddie wrote, "I, Freddie Mercury would give my two best friends, Roger and Arabella Taylor my house along with everything in it and one hundred thousand dollars to help for the kids education, I know my death will bring sadness but just remember...I'm Freddie Fucking Mercury."

Roger and Arabella looked at Jim in shock as they heard the things Freddie left them, "oh my gosh," Arabella said.

"One hundred thousand dollars?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"Yes, and he wants Arabella to spread his ashes at a place of your choice but make sure you don't tell anybody," Jim said.

"Why?" Arabella asked.

Jim shrugged, "he didn't say."

Arabella nodded, "thank you, Miami."

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