Belong: A Mavid Fanfiction

his smile; your ghost // final chapter

        ( A/N - A huge thank you to the 1/8th of people who actually continued to read this novel from start to finish. The others who decided to stop reading my story make me mad, but you guys are here to compinsate for that loss. Although I am highly dissapointed in the turn out of this novel, and how most people quit reading; I decided to write up and post the final chapter. I didn't know how this was going to turn out about fourty minutes ago, honestly. I just wrote the first two words and that was that. Sorry if you don't like it, but thats my choice. Anyways, please vote and comment. 200 reads (unlikely), 15 votes and 8 comments will equal a epilogue ( Also - I'm still open to writing an epilogue to my Brallie fan fiction, so if you're interested in that then just comment on the story). Thank you for reading. Love you guys. -S)

“…she died. I’m sorry. The surgery may have been too much for her; her heart stopped in the middle of one of the surgeons work. Again, I’m very sorry for having to -”the doctor started before he got cut off by David.

                “So you just let her die? You let her heart stop? YOU’RE DOCTORS! You should have done something about it,” he said as tears began to well in his eyes. He let a few tears trickle from his eyes and before he knew it, his whole body was shaking from sobs. He ran to a different wing of the hospital and sat alone, in a corner. He couldn’t believe this. She was really gone. He was never going to get to see her again; never going to get to propose to her. He pulled the engagement ring out of the back of his pocket and let out more tears. He was going to propose to her if she woke up. He was going to walk in and that was the first thing we was going to do. But now he will never get the chance to. He will never get to marry the love of his life. He was ruined. He was broken.

                What was he now? He was nothing without her. Nothing more than a drunk waste of space. The only reason he survived the past few months was from hope. He held on to the sliver of hope that Maia would wake up. That is what got him home from the bar on late nights and what reminded him not to mess things up to badly. He needed to be a good person for Maia. But now she’s gone; and what hope did he have now? Her heart stopped beating. The blood stopped pumping through her veins. Her beautiful eyes stopped sparkling. Her hair stopped shinning. She stopped breathing. David didn’t know how to deal with this.

                David had only lost one person in his life; his Dad. That was the hardest thing he ever had to go through, and he still wasn’t recovered. Death doesn’t just float away; when someone dies, it sticks with you forever. The passing of both his dad and Maia will stick with him forever; they will die over and over again in his head. Grief is not just a short term thing; it stays with you forever. It becomes part of you, shadowing your entire life until it becomes too much. David will never stop grieving his father or Maia, because he still loves them. That love won’t go away. Love and Grief is combined – you don’t get to have one without the other. This is the cost of loving someone just a little too much.

                David noticed a book lying on the table in the waiting room in the hospital wing that he was sitting in. He dragged his arm over and grabbed the book; pulling it to him. He opened it up and read:

                “grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out” 

-                  While David was reflecting about his feelings, he forgot about the rest of Maia’s family. He went to stand up but he was too weak. He couldn’t move from his spot on the cold hard ground. He never wanted to move; he wanted to stay in this place forever. Alone. There was no one else in this wing which was both a good and bad thing. It gave him time to grief alone, however, being alone only brought out the worse in David. You see, being alone allowed David time to think; to really think. It opened his mind up to all of these crazy thoughts and possibilities which could only hurt him. He thought, maybe her heart will start working again or maybe this is all a dream. These thoughts would only haunt him. They knew they were impossible, but his highly creative mind somehow made them acceptable.

                His mind also led him to crazy thoughts that he knew he would never follow through with. He hated having these thoughts; but they seemed to follow him like a shadow. He knew that deep down, he has had feelings of this periodically over his years. Just because he had a good job and good friends, did not mean he was happy. Telling the truth, David was only happy when he was with Maia. He felt cheesy thinking this, but it was anything but cheesy. Maia was the only person who could put a smile on his face when he was feeling at his worst. She was the only one who knew these secrets about him; the only one he trusted. The way he felt about Maia was crazy. He couldn’t pin point the exact thing about her that made her so important to him. She just was – and it’s undeniable. Living without his only reason for happiness was one of the things he never even thought about. He never thought he would lose her; especially not in these circumstances. How do you live without being happy? This question kept him thinking for the next hour. He couldn’t come to a conclusion. He absolutely couldn’t live without her.

                He didn’t know how he would survive this. But then again, people deal with this all the time. Every hour of every day, people all over the world die and families and friends are left to grieve. These people are everywhere you look. Nearly everyone has lost someone. The people who are waiting in front of you in line, the people walking in the park and the people you work with every day. Somehow, they’re functioning and doing everyday things like the rest of us; while their heart is ripping to pieces. For years; for their whole lives. Time doesn’t heal, it never does. David didn’t want it to. Because if he ever healed, does this mean that he has acknowledged the world without her? And he didn't want to live in a world without her.