monarchbutterfly wrote:Aersai wrote:
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Hope xx ChanceShe dropped the phone and burst into tears
The doctor just confirmed her fears
Her husband held it in and held her tight
Cancer don’t discriminate
or care if you’re just 38
With three kids who need you in their lives
He said, "I know that you’re afraid and I am, too
But you’ll never be alone, I promise you"
When you’re weak, I’ll be strong
When you let go, I’ll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear that I’ll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can’t take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.~ Love You Through It, Martina McBride.Story? c:
I guess I'll continue, anyway...
I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
It's almost over. I'm almost out of time.
Will it work? Will they save me?
My hands, they're strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet
She's gone. She's almost gone..
I'm crossing everything I have to make sure she won't leave me. Leave us.
But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!
"Chance," She had croaked out. I stood by her bedside, refusing to leave her despite countless warning from the nurses.
"It's okay, it's okay," I whispered, planting a kiss on her hand. She gripped mine tightly, the only thing left to hold onto. Hope was almost gone, both of them. The sound of the phone ringing almost made me jump, but I didn't want to upset her.
"I'm going to leave you now, okay?" I say quietly, the words barely coming out of my lips. I saw the distraught look on her face; pain, worry, being left behind, and I quickly added, "It will only be for a couple of moments."
I hesitantly wrap my fingers around the phone, bracing for the worst when I hit "talk". A monotone voice immediately fills me ears. No greeting, no nothing.
"Unfortunately-" I bite my lip. Hard. "The surgery was unsuccessful. I'm afraid Hope only has about a couple hours left to live, at most."
Tears stream out of my eyes. It's been the first time in years, five, maybe, since that's happened.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. We've done all we can to help her. It's time to put her out of her suffering."
My trembling hand barely puts enough pressure on the "end" button.
When I lay with you
I could stay there
Close my eyes
Feel you here forever
You and me together
Nothing is better
"Chance," Hope whispers. "Who was that?"
I turn around and a horrified look plants on her face as she sees me tears. I slam the phone down on the table and burry my face into my hands.
"Chance?" Her voice cracks. Her weakened, painful, worried voice. These are the last hours she'll have, I don't want her to spend it crying. I don't want her to see my upset.
Drying the tears out of my eyes, I had no sadness inside of me left. Just worry, loneliness, and emptiness. I slowly trudge over Hope, resting both of my hands on her frail face. She takes a deep breath.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?"
Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you.
"Honey, honey, it's going to be okay. You'll be in a better place. No more suffering," It comes out as a harsh whisper, barely being heard.
"The kids-" Tears fill her eyes as I cut her off.
"They'll be fine, too," I quickly try to reassure her. "They've got seven aunts and thirteen cousins. How could they get bored?"
A rare, fragile smile forms on her face. "Chance?"
"Yes, honey?
She bit her trembling lip slightly, her heart monitor beeping a little slower. "Can I be with my family? My kids?"
Sharp pain stabbed me in the heart, though my automatic response was, "Of course, honey, whatever you want." I brush her hair out of her face and whisper, "I love you, Hope. I always have."
Her smile broadens. "I love you, Chance. Always will. From the moon-"
"-and back," I finish. I hesitantly let go of her hand and walk out of the room. It was like stepping on knives, but I had to do it. Her family frantically hustles into the hospital room.
After about twenty minutes, I start to shake. I breathe in and out, trying to keep calm as best as I could. The loud beeping of her breathing monitor starts to quicken the pace. A little shriek came out from my little Molly as the doctors pushed the rest of Hope's family out of the door.
I can't take it anymore.
Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you.
I burst into the room and scream with all of my might, "HOPE!" Doctors and nurses immediately rush to my side and grasp my shoulders, trying their best to shove me out of the room. I won't stop screaming.
"HOPE!"
I struggle and struggle as they pull me away from my one and only love. Then the sickening silence comes.
No heart monitor. No breathing monitor. She's gone.
I won't stop screaming. I will never stop screaming until I can hear her lovely, sweet voice again.
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