The day Claire Underwood died the world stopped turning for her husband. She was 57 years old. She had come down what seemed like a case of the flu. She insisted that she go to work anyway. Frank still blames himself.
The day Claire Underwood died Frank had gone to work. He was on a conference call when his secretary interrupted him. He snapped at first but then she told him his wife had been rushed to the hospital.
The day that Claire Underwood died Frank paced the waiting room. He waited for news on the woman he had always loved. A man in a white coat came out. He told Frank that Claire was fading fast and there was nothing that could be done.
The day that Claire Underwood died Frank held her hand. He sat with her in that cold hospital room. He prayed she would get better. She asked him in a tone barely above a whisper to come closer. He laid next to her on the bed. She let herself get close to him. She had let all her walls down. Claire was a smart woman. She knew she was dying.
The day Claire Underwood died it was 2:21 in the morning. Frank was holding her. Neither of them had said much. At 2:15 Claire choked out four words. Her last words. Words that Frank Underwood would never forget. I've always loved you. At 2:21 Frank felt the life fade from the woman in his arms. At 2:21 his wife was gone.
The day Claire Underwood died Frank's world shattered. He had gone home at 3:30am. He stared at their apartment. It wasn't overly decorated. There were a few pictures of them. He found himself staring at their wedding picture. His partner in crime was gone. The person who he had conquered the world with was gone. His everything was gone.
The day Frank Underwood died he was 75. He had been in the hospital for kidney failure. He was ready to go. He was staring at the wall in his hospital room. He was alone. He didn't want anyone there. The only person he wanted had died 15 years before in room just like this one.
The day Frank Underwood died it was 4:20am. He was lying awake when the door opened. He looked over expecting a doctor. Instead a blonde woman was standing next to him. She was a tall woman with blue eyes. On her left hand was a diamond ring. She was dressed in professional attire. She was his Claire. She extended her right hand to him.
The day Frank Underwood died he saw his wife again. He took her hand and got out of the bed. They stood face to face. The hospital room was replaced by their apartment living room. They were standing in front of their window that faced the alley. He stood facing her, looking into her eyes. The moonlight reflected off of them. He took a small step toward her. He slides his hand around her waist and gently pulled her towards him. His lips found hers. They were both bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window. The kiss they were engaged in said all that needed to be said. A few moments later the two separate. They looked at each other as they sat in the frame. He brings a cigarette up to his lips.
The day Frank Underwood died he was finally at peace.