Celebrity oneshots

Meet You There

HIM AND HER (1ST PERSON POV)

A/N This is quite a sad one, but I adapted it from a book I read by Robert Thorogood. Hope you enjoy. B X

To this day, I can still feel his loving arms touch my body. His glistening eyes, looking upon me. His beautiful smile, beaming back at me. His infectious laugh, rippling throughout me. His heatbeat, heavy against my chest.

I lay weak upon the uncomfortable hospital bed and think of how many other people have been here. Wondering how their stories started, but more curious about how they ended. Hearing the fast footsteps through the thin walls, mixed with half-hearted giggling from young children. With the white sheets tucked beneath my frail figure, I am alone in the imaculate room. Sometimes our children pass through, they came as much as they can, they know my time will come soon. They have kids of their own now, all married and grown up, yet it still seems like only yesterday when they were waddling around our feet or bickering about stupid teenager things.

Looking down at my wrinkled hands, I remember how they used to be. Especially our wedding day, they were soft and warm, as he took my hand in his, thumb gliding over mine to calm my nerves. He always knew when these things would happen, and exactly how to make them go away. A small smile appers on my face as I remember all of the spontaneous adventures we had together, they were just as fun as the ones we planned for weeks and saved for months for. 

There isn't very much I remember anymore, but that's why I sting wear my wedding ring. It reminds me that I am special to him... to someone and always will be.

"You know," I whispered ot the empty room, "I always thought that I would be the one to go first." 

I've never been the greatest person for expressing myself or sharing my emotions, so it seems all the words that circle my mind don't convey what I try to say, yet still begging to be freed from their confinements inside of my scrambled brain.

"But I guess..." I let out a light sigh, "You were the older one..."

The footsteps come to a halt, the voices silencing. I slowly sink into the bed as my nurse and a doctor, run in frantically.

"You were always up... for... anything"

The worried nurse mouths something to me as I glance at her, then look to the ceiling with fading eyes. I know my time is up. It's time to make space for another bundle of joy, let them bring happiness to the world, let them continue my job as I look down upon them.

With a struggling breath, I whisper my last words:

"I'll.. meet... you.......there."