Sora POV:
I visited him every day in the hospital never giving up hope that he would make it. His hand was so cold and his face looked as pale as a vampire. The hospital doctors told us, that he wouldn't make it, but I never believed it in my heart. That would never happen I told myself, cause I haven't told him how I feel about him yet, I will, I promise you Leon.
I have loved you every day since the day I found out the promise you made to your sister, about how you would do anything to see her dream become reality no matter how much you didn't believe in it yet. I loved you even though they called you the 'God of Death', I loved you even more because of it, 'cause I knew that the real you was ashamed of what you did, and plan on making it up to every single person you made cry.
Every day since that day I have stood by you, making sure that I added the love that your sister would give to you, but no matter how much I tried you never gave into the warm embrace I was willing to give you. You are as cold as the day that I first met you, but in this instance you are cold from death, the God of Death is being taken down by death, how ironic.
But I promise that I will save you, if you die I cannot go on living in this miserable world, you, you Leon, gave me hope. You gave me the hope that I could see you day after day, that I would see you on the trapeze, that I could see you doing the everyday routine, which I could see you preforming with me. But now, I don't know how I'll be able to see you, touch you, how am I supposed to tell people that I am still in love with a dead man, I still am, and always will be in love with you Leon.
Please don't give up, don't die on me. I don't want you to go, I know that your sister is there and she is telling you to stay, stay with me.
I love you, so please don't die.
Please!
Regular POV:
Sora was currently sitting at the edge of Leon's bedside, her hands that were once holding his were now holding her head, with them over her eyes, silently crying, being muffled by her hands and her sleeves.
She had been sitting there ever since they had brought him in 2 weeks ago. He has been still as ever.
The first days he was here, he would drift in and out of consciousness, but now he was mentally and physically stone, no thought what so ever. It was like he was stuck in a never-ending coma.
The first few days were crucial to see how he was and if he was going to get better, but bit-by-bit his cells were breaking down and his organs were failing, still Sora never gave up hope.
She sat in that chair, 10 out of the 14 days since she's been here, never wanting to leave his side, the other 4 days she spent on the floor, trying to get a decent sleep. Only she didn't get any sleep, because: 'What if he wakes up? What then, will I get to see him?' thoughts were running through her head.
This was day 15 another Sunday like all the rest, the 2nd Sunday since he got here, and hasn't woken up.
Beep, Beep, Beep (x3)
There is a rumbling sound in the machine, and Sora looks up, crying even more than before and gasps at what she sees before her eyes.
R&R!