((Authors note: Humble readers, this story have been haunting me for quite some time now. Always coming back to me when I'm trying to sleep, so I thought "I must write this" I hope you will enjoy it and find it as painful as I do.))

Immortality, my darling

It just takes a second for my world comes crumbling down:

,,Alright I'll be off now, call me if you need anything, okay?" said Emily and glanced over her shoulder to look at her long term girlfriend.

,,I will, I promise," said Alison. ,,Don't worry, I feel a lot better today." Alison had been ill for the past week. A stomach bug or something.

,,That's good. My phone will be turned on all day. See you tonight," said Emily and grabbed her bag and left the bedroom.

,,Love you!" Alison called down the stairs.

,,Love you too!" Emily called back.

She left the apartment and opened the front door to be greeted by the cold November weather. She pulled her coat and scarf a little tighter together around her. Emily never was a fan of November, whether she was in Rosewood or Paris. December on the other hand! That was something quite else, and here in Paris December and Christmas was simply magical.

She got into the car and drove the short distance from their apartment to the local school where she was teaching the fourth graders.

The children were already seated when she entered the class room. They all liked Emily, she had only been teaching there for 2 years, but she was already their favorite teacher.

,,Good morning, class!"

,,Good morning, miss Fields!" they replied in unison.

,,Did you all have a nice weekend?"

,,Yes, miss Fields."

,,Good. Now let's get started. Charlotte? Could you please pass these around? We're going to have a little test about Margaret Thatcher. Do you all have your pencils ready? Good. You have been learning about Margaret Thatcher for the past fourteen days, so really try to remember what you learned. It's not allowed to use your IPads unless you really can't remember."

,,Excuse me, miss Fields? Did you say no Ipads?"

,,Yes Jean, that's exactly what I said. I would rather have that you ask me instead of google. You have… 30 minutes from now. Please get started."

The pupils turned their attention to the test, and Emily turned her attention to the papers she was going to grade. They had all been writing an essay about their favorite thing to do, and it was very entertaining to read. Of course half of them mentioned playing games on their computers and

IPads and some of them mentioned their pets. But the word "family" was a returning word in all the essays. Emily was very happy to learn that none of her students were distant and withdrawn from their family. Family was so important. Emily's mind quickly wandered to Alison. Her best friend. Her girlfriend. Her partner through everything. The girl of her dreams, the girl she would do absolutely anything for.

,,Miss Fields?" her students voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

,,Yes Francois? What's the matter?" Emily walked down to his table.

,,I… I can't remember the name of Margaret Thatcher's husband." The boy said and looked down at the table.

Emily gently put her hand on his shoulder. He was such a nervous and shy boy, and he struggled with his homework once in a while, but he was a good boy, and he really tried to do his best.

,,It's alright, Francois. Try to think really hard. He's name starts with a D."

,,D…Derek?"

,,Try again."

,,D…D…Denis?"

,,That's right! See you already knew, you just needed a little time to think about it."

,,Thank you, miss Fields."

"Your welcome, Francois. Answer as many as the question as you can. There is ten minutes left."

The boy bowed his head over the test, and Emily returned to her papers.

She read the essays carefully, it was important that she was thoroughly and read every single word, otherwise she wouldn't notice the errors there might in the writing.

The pictures of tail wagging dogs, hot chocolate on a cold day, hugs from mothers and hanging out with friends filled her mind completely as she worked her way through the papers. She was so engaged in her work that she barely noticed that the time was up.

,,Alright, Francois? Please gather the papers and leave them at my desk."

The boy quickly did as he was asked to, and Emily smiled at the class.

,,You worked hard and really concentrated. I think you should go outside and get a bit of fresh air."

The classroom quickly turned into a zoo as all the children started shouting and push their way through the room.

,,Hey, hey hey!" said Emily firmly, and the class turned into statues. ,,Kindly walk out of the classroom please. No pushing. And no running."

The students did as they were asked, and silence filled the classroom as the last pupil left.

Emily enjoyed the silence and closed her eyes for a brief moment, resting her head in her hands. Mondays were always hard. They were a bit noisier.

"Beep beep! Beep beep!" a sound broke the silence. She had gotten a new text. She rummaged through her purse and found her phone.

"Can you please come home?" it was from Alison.

Emily frowned. It was unlike Alison to ask her to come home in the middle of class.

"Is something wrong?" she quickly texted. The reply arrived immediately.

"I don't know. Please come home."

Emily didn't like this at all. Sure, Alison could be a little cryptic sometimes, but it was unlike her to worry Emily like this.

"I'm coming home now." She wrote and gathered her things.

She quickly left the classroom and headed over to the teachers office. She opened the door and peaked in. Hoping to find a teacher, and luckily she did.

,,Hey Alexandre, can you take over my class?"

,,Yes of course I can, is there anything wrong?" the tall, blonde man replied.

,,Good question, I think Alison might be sick again, so I have to leave now."

,,But of course, our partners well-being are the most important thing. Give her all my love."

,,I will. And thanks Alexandre!"

,,You are most welcome, Emilie."

She left the teachers office, got in to the car and started the short journey home. She really liked Alexandre, he was a great teacher and a good friend even though he still couldn't pronounce her name correctly.

When she entered the apartment she could smell cleaning detergent. She could smell it quite clearly, in fact. It was obvious that Alison used way too much, and Emily coughed.

"well, that's enough to make anybody nauseous," she thought to herself and opened the window to get the harsh smell out.

,,Ali? I'm home now. Where are you?"

,,In the bedroom," Alison's voice sounded weird. Something was definitely not right.

Emily quickly made her way to the bedroom where she found Alison sitting. Not on the bed but on the floor. A broom lying next to her.

,,Hey, what's up?" Emily said.

No response. Alison just looked at the wall without really seeing anything. Emily frowned and kneeled in front of her.

,,What's wrong?"

Still no response.

Emily gently but firmly put her finger under Alison's chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

,,What's going on Ali? Please talk to me."

,,I… I was cleaning the apartment; I wanted to surprise you because you've been taking care of me the past five days."

,,I am more than happy to take care of you, Ali. You know that."

To Emily's horror, Alison's eyes welled up and tears spilled down on her cheeks. ,,Please don't say that, Emily."

,,Why not? What's going on?!"

,,I was sweeping the floor and the broomstick hit me on the chest. It hurted really badly, so I checked to see if there was a bruise, and I felt something…"

,,What do you mean you felt something? Felt something where?"

Alison guided Emily's hand to her left breast. ,,Here. I felt a lump, Emily. There is a lump in my breast, Emily."

To Be Continued…

((Authors note: oh no! so what do you think! Continue? Or just stop already?))