One Shots

Again

Christine had been with Erik for five years now. She had completely regretted leaving him. She hoped he would take her back after not seeing him for a year, and of course he did. For he was madly in love with her no matter what. He always would be. And now Christine was on her deathbed. She had some viral infection it had been killing her weeks. Erik and their son Lachlan were sitting with Christine.
"Erik."
Christine rasped.
"Yes, I'm here."
He was choking back tears. He knew he was going to lose his angel again. He couldn't bare the thought but it was staring him in the face.
"Y-you have to press on. F-for our son."
She choked out. He nodded while the tears escaped, flowing down his yellow, parchment colored skin.
"I-I'll try-
No you must!"
She interrupted him.
"I-I will."
He choked back a sob and took her hand.
"Mama?
Y-yes darling?"
She looked to her sons golden eyes. Erik's eyes.
"I'm going to miss you."
Lachlan was young, only four but he knew. He stroked his mothers hair and kissed her cheek.
"I'll be with you always. In here."
She pointed to his breast, where his heart lay. He nodded.
"I love you mama.
And I love you."
Erik could no longer hold in his sobs. This exchange between his wife and only child broke him more.
"I love you so much."
He leaned in to kiss her lips.
"No, you'll catch it."
"Christine, you act as if I care."
He pressed his lips to hers. This gentle kiss growing heated and more passionate. Erik knew this could very well be the last time he spoke to his wife. She wrapped her frail arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"Please."
She begged.
"What Christine what!?"
Erik was frantic as she sighed. Her arms went limp and he put his ear to her chest. There was nothing. Her heartbeat, weak as it was had stopped. She was gone. The mother of his child. His muse. His wife. His angel. Gone.