What Could Have Been
By Junaberry Pop
I clutched the cold body to my chest; my eyes shut tight, denying fate. I felt Jesse's arm stroking my back slowly, attempting to sooth me as tears wracked through my body.
"Mr. de Silva, how's your wife?" a gruff but pleasant voice interrupted my senses; I didn't open my eyes but tuned into what he was saying.
"She keeps muttering something… I think she's saying… she's cold. It's not healthy for her to stay here for so long, holding the dead body I mean," his breathing became harder. I could imagine his perfect eyes half shut in frustration and agony.
Loud footsteps reverberated through the room and when I was sure that the doctor had left, I opened my eyes to meet Jesse's molten pupils. His perfect mouth was twisted into a grimace.
"I need her, Jesse. I need to follow her. I can't stay here anymore without thinking of her"
His reaction was something between a growl and a cry of pain.
"Please don't leave me, my love," he pleaded with me, tracing my cheeks with his right hand, his other hand subconsciously cupping the infant's head.
I long to be like you, lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you.
I'm coming for you.
You're not alone, no matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore.
And as we lay in silent bliss, I know you remember me.
OoOoO
I took her hand between mine and begged her to forgive me for tainting her with an unforgivable torment. She refused to believe that I was the cause of it. She shook her head every time I confided into her with my intolerable belief.
"She's calling for me," my querida whispered.
She kissed my cheek once more and stroked my face tenderly.
"No," I repeated to her, hoping to instill this into her troubled thoughts. Hoping for her to forget her plans.
"I love you, Jesse. But don't worry; we will be together once more. All of us. Soon."
With her peaceful eyes still open, she reached for the glass beside her bed, then shattering it against the small table. She picked up the biggest piece, and with one last gaze seeking for retribution and understanding, she plunged the shard into her chest, impaling her perfect heart.
With a shudder, her head lolled to her side; forever in immortal silence.
I mourned for my dead child and wife. I prayed to God to let me be with them at every chance.
There was no reason for life anymore now that all good once in this malicious world had left.
Vell, I'm sure this is unexpected no? I haven't written a fan fic in perhaps… forever. I was feeling bored and felt like crying so I wrote a fan fic. Pretty sad seeing as I cry at my own stories… And this story isn't even sad!! Well… maybe only for me.
You might not hear much more from me in the future… until I get bored again…
Junaberry Pop loves you!