One shot.
My heart lifts as she runs towards me. My Stella. Coming back to New York, and to me. I dreamt of it, and now my dream is becoming a reality. I lift her up as she comes to me, breathing in the scent of her, that I had missed so much and had only just realised. We stand still, enveloped in each others' arms. I let her down, and we just look into each others' eye.
"Mac."
She whispers my name gently, with love that I also feel, and for her only, no one else, just my Stella. I grasp her hand. She grasps mine.
Suddenly, her eyes roll back into her head, and I rush forward to catch her before she hits the ground. I cradle her head and her waist, supporting her as I lower her to the floor. I pull my hands out from under her and I frown. One is covered in blood. I roll her over, as gently as possible, apprehensive of what I will find. There. A bullet wound in the small of her back, blood pouring from the penetration. I apply pressure to the wound with one hand, the other searching my pockets for my cell. I call for an ambulance, and just over five minutes later she is gone, leaving me to follow her to the hospital.
That was six months ago, Stella. I hope you don't mind I put a ring o your finger, a thin band of silver with a tiny ruby embedded in the centre. The doctors say you'll be alright, that you'll wake up soon, and I have to keep believing them. I can't give up on you, I never will, not ever.
Just wake up, Stella.
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Please.
Please R&R!
I hope you like it!
JojotheObsessedFish