Save Me [A Maylor Story]

H17 Save me

* Premier night *
Brian's POV

In the night of the premier of Bohemian Rhapsody, thunder and lightning rolled around in the sky. Roger and I barely made it inside without getting rained on. Gwilym, Rami, Joe and Ben truly did an amazing job, everybody knew that. I was proud of them, and they deserved every Oscar they might get nominated for. The movie had turned out to be great, and most scenes made me laugh like crazy. I could even imagine some scenes happening in real life, like the one where John couldn't change the tire, or the one where Roger almost threw the coffee machine at me and John.

Roger and I sat down on our assigned seats, and he put his head on my shoulder. He fell asleep as soon as the movie started, making it impossible for me to get up. Not that I wanted to, watching myself do stuff on the big screen was quite awesome, I have to admit.

I saw Rami prancing on stage, and I felt like I was watching Freddie. He had really outdid himself. Gwilym had also done a great job, if I say so myself. I taught him some tricks on my Red Special, which I had let him borrow for the movie. Joe was basically John, he even copied Deacy's sarcastic remarks and funny looks. And then there was Ben. I couldn't help but see how wonderful he portrayed my love. He seemed to have the right attitude, and the 'Are you joking' always sounded the way Roger says it.

Once the movie was over, I woke up Roger.

'Roger, love, we have to leave now.'

'Do we have to? We can stay, I mean, we're the rocklegends Brian May and Roger Taylor, I'm sure they would allow us to stay...'

'Come on, get up lazy princess.'

'Ugh fine. But I expect a kiss in return.'

I pecked Roger on his forehead, and he smiled. We walked to the exit holding hands, and the world suddenly wasn't that complicated anymore. All that mattered was that I was living my life with the love of my life, how great  is that? The fact that Roger and I have been through so much together only makes our bond stronger.

I felt a pull on my sleeve, and Roger's hand slipped out of mine. I turned around to see why, and the answer came to me in the form of my love lying on the floor unconscious. I fell to my knees and checked for a heartbeat. The problem was, there wasn't any. No sense of life in my Roger. I wanted to cry, but I had to stay strong for him. He can't see me in a terrible state when he wakes up, that would worry him endlessly. I shouted to the security guard to call for help and find someone who can rehabilitate people. Then I just waited. I may be a doctor, but advanced medical knowledge about things like heart attacks was one of the things I don't have.

Roger was laying on the floor, and he looked quite peaceful. I ran my hand trough his hair and watched his amazing features. I didn't know what I would do without him. Freddie had died, John had left, and I couldn't bear to lose Roger as well.

Some people came running in, probably the medics. They asked me to step away, but it made my heart ache to leave my princess' side. They tried to rehabilitate Roger for a long time, but eventually they came up to me and told me the worst news possible.

'Mr May? We're very sorry, but your husband is gone. You can have a few minutes with him, but then we have to take him. My condolences.'

No. No. This can't actually be happening. After all those stupid things we did when we were young he wasn't allowed to die of a heart attack, I wouldn't let him. I rushed to Roger, and, once again, fell to my knees. I would probably have to buy some more of the cream I have for my aching bones, but that didn't matter. I started sobbing, not caring about the people who were still here. It wasn't a secret that I love Roger, so they could see me crying over him. I didn't have anything to lose left, for my only joy just passed away. I ran my hand over Roger's face, gently touching him. I knew every wrinkle and every little bump, every birthmark on his face. He was mine, and had been for such a long time. I didn't know if I would be able to live without him. This amazing person was out of my life, the best person I've ever met. I just broke down. I was incapable of thinking straight; the only thing I could do was cry. Cry for my love, the person who made me shine, the one who let everyone who needed to know the truth, even if they didn't want to listen. My angel, my princess, my drummer boy, my... My love of my life and my husband. All these were gone, gone with one stupid heart attack.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and saw one of the medics stand behind me.

'We have to take him now, mr May, I'm truly sorry.'

'No. No, you can't take him. You can't. I- '

I started crying once again.

'We need to, mr May. Could you step aside now, please?'

'No. I won't go, he'll need me. You can't take him.'

He gestured something to his colleagues, and they gently ushered me a few metres away. They intended to keep me here, but I wiggled myself out of their grip and ran to my angel. He was on a brancard now, eyes closed. I cupped his face in my hands, and cried. I had to say good bye, for the final time. Tears ran over my cheeks as I kissed Roger on the lips. I knew I wouldn't be able to do that again, so I savoured every second of it. I put my heart and soul into it, one might say. I knew I had to pull away eventually, but I didn't want to. I kept my face close to Roger's, our noses touching. I couldn't let him go, not after everything we've been trough.

I was about to turn away when I saw something moving from the corner of my eye. Roger then opened his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes and looked deeply into mine. I could feel our souls reunite, get tangled in eachother as if to never let the other go again.

'You saved me.'

Okay folks, I'm going to end it here. I will of course write more Maylor and Deacury, but I feel like this story is pretty much over, since I really don't want to break my own heart by writing about either of them dying. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story!
Love to Queen and all you beautiful Queenies,

Anna