Anthem of the Angels

this story was inspired by Anthem of the angels by Breaking benjamin

The situation couldn't be much worse

He sat next to the bed, listening to the heart monitor. Heart beats, ticking away. The hushing of the artificial lung that kept her alive. Rain slowly tapped against the window. The drops hit the window softly, and raced down the glass surface.

He leaned forward in the chair, and brought his arms to rest on his knees. The man rested his face in his hands. Hiding the scene before him. But not even blinding himself could wash his memory of the image, seared into his mind. Days passed. Time meant nothing. He sat there for eternity in his own personal hell. The shape shifter reviewed the time he spent with her. Earning her trust- - Eventual friendship. Fighting crime, falling in love. Chasing away the nightmares. She wasn't departing this world alone. That was decided. He removed his hands and gazed at her face. Traced over her features. The features that were once filled with so much life, now held nothing. She looked almost at peace. She said that she wasn't afraid. He thought that she had said this, for his sake. But her lifeless expression, won the idea over. She truly was afraid of nothing. He looked up to see his love standing a few feet from her body. Her face cheerful, full of life- - a sad reminder of what she was. She now was deathly cold, pale, and unresponsive. She walked closer to the man, and held out her hand. A tear streaked down his face, matching the small droplets streaming down her face as well.

'Goodbye, love'

'I love you' he mouthed quietly. She walked over and placed a small necklace around his neck. A light flooded the room. She was now just a silhouette. His heart filled with hope, but as she started to walk away, she took the hope with her. The light burned out. Deafening alarms woke him. Doctors rushed into the room. He skin was paler than usual. The rain stopped falling, but the sky remained a shady gray. The professionals tried to revive her. They left the room. The monitor- silent. The hushed lung- - quiet. He stayed in the cramped room for hours. Time still remained nonexistent. He looked at her face, it still held a peaceful smirk. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. They were cold, the spark gone. She was gone. And he was alone, but not for long. He would see her soon. His hand grasped hers. He looked over at the machinery that gave her three unnatural days of life. Hoping that they could bring her back. But she wouldn't want that. She would never be alive- just her body. He whispered one last good bye and walked out of the room.

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