Another new story! This is so different to my usual style that I wasn't sure whether to post it or not, but here we go! Please read and review xx
Ovarian cancer. That was the diagnosis that Sam had been given almost 2 and a half years ago, but up until the last couple of weeks she had been determined to keep going as normally as she could.
Tom had noticed a dramatic change in her over the last couple of weeks as well, and though he hated himself for even thinking it, he knew the end was near.
That afternoon, well, nearly evening when Sam woke up she was coughing uncontrollably, coughing up mucus mixed with blood. He went over to her, sitting her up as gently as he could and rubbing her back until she was done coughing, then just held her in his arms. What more could he do; the doctor had told them that there was no more that he could do for Sam.
"T-Tom?" she croaked suddenly, making him jump slightly "Where's Rachel?"
"She's in her room. Want me to go get her?"
Sam nodded, and he went to get the young girl. Rachel was Sam and Tom's 2 year old daughter and they both loved her more than anything else in the world. "Rachel?" he whispered "Rachel, come on honey, Mummy wants to see you"
"Mummy!" she exclaimed happily, clambering up onto the bed to be with her mother.
"Hey" Sam smiled, slowly wrapping her arms around her daughter as she snuggled up against her, leaning on her chest.
A few hours passed, when Tom came in, taking Sam's hand in his "Sam. What was the last thing on that list of yours? The last thing you wanted to see?"
"A sh-shooting s-star"
"Come on then" he smiled, helping her into the wheelchair and tucking the blanket around her.
"Tom, what?"
"You'll see. Come on, Rachel!"
They went outside onto the patio; it was pitch black apart from stars in the sky. Every 20 seconds or so, a shooting star would soar past, making Sam gasp in awe at the sheer beauty of it.
"Thanks, Tom. It's beautiful" she whispered, tears coming to her eyes.
"You're welcome, babe. Anything for you!"
"It's perfect. The perfect…e-end"
"What do you mean? What are you talking about, Sam? It's not the end…"
"It is. I know it is, I-I can feel it. I love you, both of you. Don't ever forget…" her voice tailed off as her breathing became harder and harder, until finally it stopped.
"Sam? Its okay, you're okay now…I love you too. I'll look after Rachel, I promise. She'll always know who her Mummy is, and how amazing she is…"
Rachel cried silently, nestling her head further into her mother's chest, not wanting to let go. Tom didn't force her, he knew this would be the last time she ever sat on her mother's lap, or cuddled her, or even saw her. He had to give her the chance to say goodbye.
"M-Mummy!" Rachel wailed, looking at her father "Mummy!"
"It's alright, baby, Mummy's better now. She's not in pain anymore, she's gone to Heaven"
"Heaven?" the toddler repeated, confused.
"Its where the angels live, Rachel" he told her, wiping away the tears that streamed down his face, knowing that he had just lost his own angel and he wouldn't get her back. Until the next time he saw a shooting star, he knew he would see her then.