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Fairytale Goodbye
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The whole scene was planned out in my mind. I don't know why. Maybe it was the fact that I knew he was going to be taken away from me, so the least we—I—deserved was the perfect goodbye, right? Or maybe it was fact that this perfect goodbye was the only way I could accept his death. Maybe it was a little bit of both.
All I know it that the scene was perfect, as perfect as it could get I guess, given the circumstances. But still perfect nonetheless.
During our actual goodbye scene, the sun was just setting. It wasn't night time. I didn't want it to be dark; it just felt wrong. I was there with him; he wasn't alone. I was holding onto his hand as tightly as I possibly could, never letting go, not even for a second. He would be staring at me, with his bright green eyes that always caused my knees to go weak. His eyes wouldn't be filled with fear, and most definitely not pain, but rather almost a contentment, acceptance. We would both exchange our last words before he would peacefully breathe his last.
It was always peacefully.
Always.
But that's not how it happened. Not even close. I wasn't even there.
Looking back at it—that day, I still don't understand why he died then. I had only seen him hours before.
Hours.
He looked…okay. He looked better than he had in the past few days. He most definitely didn't look like he was so close to death. But he was. If only I would have stayed…then maybe…
It wouldn't have mattered; it was dark out when I left. It was dark when he died.
Henry told me that he died peacefully, but I'm not sure I believe him. He also told me that he held him while he died…so he wasn't alone.
But I wasn't there, so none of it matters. My perfect goodbye is too far out of reach and it'll never happen.
I've learned that life doesn't always give us those fairytale goodbyes we try so desperately to latch onto, rather sometimes, life doesn't give us the chance for goodbyes at all.
Fin.