Lungs burned as the woman fought for breath. Wheezing, she stared into space. For all seventy-two years of her life, she hadn't done anything special. At least, that's what she thought. Little did she know, she had impacted the lives of a handful of people. A handful of very important people. The thing is, she didn't know that they have been watching over her since she was a young child. Suddenly, she heard a shuffle next to her, as if someone got down on their knees.
"Privet, my little sunflower." A strong Russian voice cut over her panting. She chuckled softly. Oh yes, she knew about these people, just didn't know that they existed. Much less that they watched over her. Like guardian angels. Well, more like guardian nations.
"After all these years, I'm on my deathbed, and you finally decide to show yourself to me." She said, turning her head to see the man. Of course, it was exactly who she expected. Silvery hair, purple eyes, pink scarf and all. He was so beautiful.
He laughed, although it had no life to it. Without another word, he kissed her on the lips. When he broke away, she was grinning.
"I've been waiting for that all my life." He smiled as she said that, a little sheepish.
"You smell." He whispered, chuckling. She laughed, but choked on it.
"I reek of death, as they would say." His eyes held so much emotion; sadness, joy, love, and regret. He began to cry, squeezing her hand tightly.
"I don't want you to go, I want you to stay forever." Her other hand feebly reached up and wiped away a tear, hushing him.
"Shh, don't cry for me. Please, when I'm gone, don't spend the rest of your existence mourning. Live it to the fullest. Be happy. Be happy for me. Can you do that?" He nodded, kissing her hand softly. Smiling, she stroked his cheek.
"Despite your flaws, you are so perfect to me. I love you, Ivan." Closing her eyes, she cherished her last sight; him smiling tenderly at her as her final breath slipped from her lips.
When her chest stopped going up and down, her hand grew cold, and a smile still etched on her face, Ivan snapped.
Standing up, he knocked over all the other, thankfully empty, hospital beds. He screamed and cried, wishing that he had spoken to her sooner. Finally he fell on the bed beside her, sobs shaking his body aggressively. He held onto her lifeless body, whispering her name over and over again into her hair.
In the doorway, stood everyone else. They were all crying, holding flowers for their lost angel. She was truly special to them. She understood them, despite the fact that she believed they weren't real. Ivan revealing himself to her granted her greatest wish.
For someone to love her like she loved them.
