Those green, green eyes. They stare fixatedly at the fragile form that was my shattered body, encased in the thin, white sheets of the hospital duvet. Pregnant tears burn at my eyes as his green, green eyes bore into my soul. Or well, rather, past me and into the porcelain face that rested limply on the pillow behind my own.
My glazed, glazed eyes whisper lost promises into his soul, and he just gazes at the body behind my own, with his green, green eyes. A tear slides down his hollowed cheeks, a bloated tear, one full of anguish and burning sorrow.
''No..." The sombre word soloist wisps from his dry lips and it rattles the room in saddness and pain and I slink over to him, glazed, glazed eyes burrowing into his green, green ones. My frigid hands, shaking violently and twitching, brush his shoulders and rest on them, then my fingers touch his face an he flinches.
My eyebrows and eyelids droop in demorilisation, and my glazed, glazed eyes lock with his green, green ones, I gasp as he stumbles away.
"Joey...?"
His green, green eyes freeze over my floating form and a scream chokes in his sore throat, tears, fresh and unnerved. With his mouth agape he sits, slumps shell-shocked in one of the dusty, unused hospital chairs.
"Meghan?" Joey coughs, utterly, utterly shocked. My glazed, glazed eyes pour my euphoria into his spools of green shock and sorrow. Why is he sad?
"Yes! It's me, Joey!" I exclaim in proclaimed happiness and adoration of my parnther-in-crime Handsome Graceffa. Joey coughs again in agnst and horror.
"Megahn, love, do you know where you are?"
The question unroots and stirs a big churning soup of unsettlement in my gut. Slowly I nod and chewing the inside of chapped lip, I state my hopefully true location.
"Uh...T-the hospital...?"
More of an unsure guess then a solidified statement, yet he still nods tentatively which cloaks a pool of relief onto my burdened form.
"Why are you here?"
I go to answer but it...the anwser, coils in my throat and tears probe at my eyes.
"No..."
"We were in a crash, you and I, I came out lucky-with minor injuries but you were comatosed..."
Joey trails off with a lot unsaid. I cry out in realisation and demorilisation. Joey, however, through all my deep sadness and realisation continues.
"B-before the crash, love," My world whispers somberly to me, deep, swirling, negative emotions burning his words to-a-tee. "I asked you to marry me..."
"Yes!" I yell In buzzing euphoria and love.
"M-Megahn you...can't."
A wollop of dejectedness explodes upon impact of those words to my lowly brain.
"What?" I plea, sadly. My world crumbling and flaking into a void of reject and an abyss of pure sadness and depth.
"Megahn..." Joseph Graceffa whispers sadly into my pounding ears. "You can't because...You've dead."
I feel myself dissipate into reality, one of which is not there, with Joey, and I scream in begging and horror and disappear into his, green, green eyes.
