Will you remember me when the west wind moves,
among the fields of barley?
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
when we lie in fields of gold.
Will I be remembered?
Will they mourn for me?
Will they shed a tear?
Will they let me be?
Will I feel a sunrise?
Will I see a shooting star?
Will I get to kiss my one true love?
Will my life go far?
I remember this moment, I had it once before, although I'm pretty sure it was the other way around…I don't remember being the one on the ground, I seem to remember being the one trying to prop her up, trying to keep her breathing. I smile at the man standing above me; I didn't mean it to happen like this… it just sort of did. Can't stop fate though, it just sort of…happens. Don't think I ever realised how hard it was to breathe, how hard it was to keep my heart beating so that blood could pump around my body, and keep me warm. Yes it's so cold now. I don't want to die.
He stands over me, cradling me in his arms; a small tear droplet makes a passage down the side of his face, gently caressing his features, before falling off the end of his chin and lands on me. More fall now. More touch his face. More touch me. I think I'm crying now as well. They say your life flashes before your eyes, but right now all I can think of is everything I won't see, people I won't meet. I see a little girl; she's my little girl, a wife, a beautiful wife. We're taking a holiday in England; we go to see Big Ben, we're smiling. Then it's my baby's wedding day, and everyone is happy. I want to be there, where everyone is happy, not here. I don't want to die.
Opening my eyes I look up at the man, reach a hand up to hold on to him. Maybe if I can hold on to him then I can hold on to life. Am I being selfish, wanting to carry on, wanting to go back to my lab, back to my friends? The man I'm with, I don't really know him that well, he's a detective, but I would like to know more, like to see his life. Breathing is almost impossible, blood is hardly moving. Cold. So cold. I can't move, why can't I move? Everything is going black, everything is going from me. I don't want to die.
I can barely feel the touch of Don's hand in mine, although I think he is squeezing tighter. Maybe he thinks the same as I do if we hold on to each other we can hold on to life. I don't think its working. Breathing becomes a chore, and it's still so cold. Forcefully I keep my eyes open; if I close them they may never open again. It's becoming so difficult, everything is fading. Then Don whispers to me, "take it easy buddy, it's okay. Smile for me buddy, go out with a smile on your face." He attempts a grin and so do I, he nods in approval. I motion for him to come closer because I know these words won't come out very loud,
"I don't want to die, but we all have to some day…so…" I didn't know whether I could say the next word, but I pulled together all my strength. "…goodbye…" Everything is easy now. Closing my eyes and let it come, I couldn't feel Don anymore…I couldn't feel anything. I didn't want to die, but I had not choice.
Sorry, firstly for killing off Adam, I love him, but for this one story I thought it would be good... if not sad. Secondly sorry if it seems rushed, I couldn't get a lot of detail in. Thirdly sorry for mistakes, I did proof read. Finally, I may do another chapter in Don's POV but not sure yet.