See you again on the other side, kid
8:03 AM |
I was reading this story and i liked it even though it has some inappropriate things but the storyline was good. I hate the author for killing Ryan. Damn it.
“Hello?” you ask quietly. A soft, quiet voice on the other end asks, “How much longer do you think you have left?” It’s Conor. You look up at Jon and wonder if he knows. But he’s not paying attention. William’s whispering in his ear, Ridge in his arms. You say as quietly as you can into the speaker, “I don’t know… about… not long…”
You can almost hear the teary grin on the other side as Conor mutters out, “See you again on the other side, kid.” The line goes dead. This is the end, all over again. This was nobody’s fault now but your own.
“Happy anniversary,” you say, your voice low and full of all the tender love you really feel. Jon’s mouth drops open and you watch him blink back tears as you murmur, “It’s been… a year since I met you…”
The tears spill over Jon’s eyes and your heart breaks in exactly three places when he bites back a sob. A sorrowful smile creeps its delicate way across your face as you reassure him, “It’s been a good year. I’ve never… been so happy…” Your breathing is shallow and you’re getting worse. The doctors said it was sepsis yesterday. You don’t have much time left.
Jon sniffs and kisses your hand. You know he would kiss your lips, but he doesn’t want to take the oxygen mask off for even a second. Longer with that on you means the longer he has with you.
“It was so easy loving you,” Jon says against your skin. He’s trying so hard not to lose it in front of you. Spencer’s just sitting back and watching. He’s biting down on the inside of his lip to stop the tears. You can only take Jon’s right now. And William? William has his eyes closed, biting back tears with Ridge sleeping peacefully in his arms, completely unaware that his father is leaving him.
You pull the oxygen mask down over your chin and Jon knows exactly what you want. Your fingers lace together as he leans over and presses his lips gently to yours. It’s just like the first time you kissed him, soft and gentle and so desperate to save you. But this time you’re already saved. Now you just have to sleep.
The breath you let out is shallow and you can barely replace it. You close your eyes and rest your head back on the pillow. You’re just going to sleep for a second. Then you’ll wake up and the doctors will tell you that you can go home. Only for a second. Except this time the machine stops beeping and your hand goes limp in Jon’s. Except this time, you don’t wake up.
DAMN. Ryan died. :( IT'S MADRAMA OKAY. Deal with it! He had Pneumonia and Sepsis. DRAMA b!tches.