words lost in the white
~drabble -one shot- tassie angst~
White. White. White. All sterile white, too clean, too bright. Blinding white of the hospital room. Chestnut curls spread on a cotton-covered pillow, as a thin girl laid tucked into the white sheets. Amber eyes rested behind the fluttering eyelids. Shallow breaths escaped petal colored lips; bony white fingers intertwined with another's. The redheaded boy beside her grips tightly as if he can bring life back to her by squeezing hard enough. Tears cling to furiously blinking eyelashes, head shaking violently back and forth as if to single to somebody she's no ready- he's not ready. It's not time, not right, too soon, too fast, too hard. All that he is left with is one last lingering, haunting look. One that says everything neither dared to ever say. Suddenly the last breath escapes and the soft beating of the heart stills and the world ends. The redhead's shoulders slump down, this head falls forward and he glares at the tiled floor begging it to open up and swallow him whole, to take him to where she's gone. After all these years it's all wrong. It's not right; he never got to properly tell her. All he can think as the tears fall is that it's not fair, not fair. Then he stands, closing his warm brown eyes as he leans down to kiss her forehead and then gently on her cold lips, before walking out the door to tell the doctors. Prince Charming's kisses didn't wake the sleeping princess, nothing could.