Here Comes Goodbye
Continues right after 'What Hurts The Most', Sara saw Grissom talking to Lady Heather's scene. – I just could not resist this. You got to read that before you read this. Just click on my profile to view the story.
I wanted to write one in Grissom's POV. I wanted to do this for a very long while but I am just not very sure of the ending I wanted to give. Is it going to be a happy or sad? And a reader mentioned that he/she wanted a sequel.
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Grissom's POV
I am never a man who shed tears. I didn't cry when my father passed away. I didn't cry when the woman of my life was kidnapped and almost died under that wrecked car. I didn't cry when she left, returned and left again. I just don't cry. Perhaps, I am too old for crying or my tear ducts malfunctioned.
But I cried today, to moan the loss of Abbey.
Today, soft fluffy clouds littered across the deep blue skies. A sight Abbey would definitely enjoy and love. Yet, she could not. She was lying inside the coffin. Finally, she's peaceful and no longer hurting.
Medicine that made her vomit, chemotherapy that made her cried, and injections could no longer haunt her.
I could see her smiling when she stopped breathing. She was finally released from all those pains Sara and I had subjected her to. No, it was Sara who subjected her to. I didn't agree with those treatments.
I should have fought more. I should not give in to Sara's request.
I regretted listening to Sara and the doctors. I regretted letting them hooking those machines to Abbey's frail body. I should bring her out to the desert for a walk. I should read to her, be it Fairytales, Harry Potter or anything she enjoyed. But it's all too late.
Abbey was dead.
"Gil…" Heather squeezed my shoulder gently. "They are going to bring Abbey to the burial ground."
Taking in deep breaths, I began to walk towards the burial ground rigidly.
"Let me hold your hand." Heather offered her hands. I grabbed hold of it like I was drowning in the ocean and someone threw a float to me.
The priest recited his last prayers. They lowered Abbey's small casket into the hole they dug earlier and begin to fill the hole with dirt.
I wanted to rush over and stopped them from filling the hole with dirt.
I am not ready to say goodbye.
Heather noticed my clenched fists and held them tightly.
"Gil, let her go. She is with God now."
My fists unclenched slowly.
She's with God now. That's the best consolation I have now.
I looked over my shoulder. Greg was wrapping his arms around Sara. She buried her head on his shoulder, crying.
I knew it should be my responsibility to console her, to hold her and ensure her that it was not her fault.
But I could not.
I flinched at the thought that I am going to hold her. Her touches burned me.
And I blamed her for Abbey's death.
Yes, it's irrational. But I just lost my daughter; I am allowed to be irrational.
"You should place the last white rose with Sara," Heather pushed me forward. Sara was standing in front of the grave, waiting for me. She was clutching the rose tightly that the thorns cut into her palm. I can see she was bleeding.
"Let go," I said. My tone was harsh but low. She jumped slightly but calmed herself down immediately.
Sara dropped the last rose to the ground. And she retreated from me. She went to Greg. Greg glared at me angrily. I ignored his stares and walked towards Abbey's grave.
"Abbey, Sorry. Daddy did not protect you. I'm so sorry." I closed my eyes painfully.
"Grissom, it's going to rain. Let's go." Catherine said.
"I want to stay here. I want to protect Abbey. I did not do that when she's alive. I want to that now." I struggled with each word. I didn't care if others heard what I said. They should have knew. I was blaming Sara.
"I will stay with him," Heather said. She ignored those dirty stares. Greg ushered Sara away, blocking her from more pains. Jim and others scurried off.
Yes, they knew about my history with Heather. But, I need Heather now.
"You can't shut Sara off."
"Not now."
She sat beside me.
"Your dress will get dirty…"
"Do you think I care? When my best friend is so lost?"
"No, I guess not," I can't help but smiled.
"Talk to Sara. You should grieve with her. You're not the only one who lost Abbey. She's the mother. When Zoe died, I lost myself in hatred and revenge. I had an outlet. I wanted revenge. But you stopped me. You're great then. You brought me out of my misery. You should just talk to her. It's not her fault."
Back then, it wasn't my daughter who was dead.
I wanted to argue but decided against it. Heather was just trying to help.
"I will but not now. When I can look into her eyes, I will."
Heather shook her head gently and sighed heavily.
She knew that I am avoiding. She knew that I am going to be an ostrich.
"You know, Abbey hated rain. It dampened her mood. She loved the sun. And now it's going to rain. Will she be afraid under the ground?"
Abbey would be. She was afraid of the dark, thunders, lighting, ghosts and spiders or bugs.
Now, she was buried deep under the ground. All the insects would frighten her.
I really hope she's in good hands.
Dear God, I maybe a relapsed Catholic. But my daughter is a good girl. She did not deserve the pains when she was here. I hoped, no I prayed, that you will accept her and treat her well.
At least, in Heaven, she will not be riddled with tubing.
Please God. Take her like your own.
"Gil," Heather nudged me gently.
Worries etched on her face when she saw me mumbling my prayers.
"I'm alright. I am just praying. I am getting rusty."
"Let's go. We're soaked. And I can't get sick. Please," she pleaded.
Heather was shivering from the cold.
I can't deny her of dry clothing and a warm place.
I looked at Abbey's tombstone one last time, then to the darkened skies.
Abbey, Daddy loves you.
I suddenly remembered what Abbey told me two days before her demise.
"Daddy, I love you and Mummy too. You love us too?" she asked. Her breathings were labored.
"Yes. I love you and Mummy too. Both of you are the best gifts I ever had."
Her lips curled upwards. "I want you to protect Mummy."
I nodded. Children had the special sixth sense to detect there were something wrong with their parents' relationship.
I am supposed to protect Sara.
I am not supposed to let her grieve alone.
She's my best gift.
She's my lover, my soul mate, my wife.
She's grieving too. She lost her daughter too.
Then it hit me like a hurricane.
I am a jerk. I pushed Sara away again, like how I used to do.
"I want to talk to Sara now." I stood up abruptly and it sent Heather crashing down to the ground.
She groaned with pains.
"Go, Gil go. Before it's too late." She rubbed her bottom in circular motions and bit back her pains.
"No, let me get you home. Sara will be there, waiting."
She sighed but allowed me to carry her in my arms.
Is Sara going to wait for Grissom? Is he too late?
This is far from over. I mean, perhaps another 2 more chapters.
Do you want Sara and Grissom to get back on the right path?
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And yes, I know what I said about my self-declared break. But my hands are itching to type and this idea just don't go away.
Hope you all don't mind!
And, happy weekend!
