Falling Apart

Slowly the world seemed to fall apart, shattering piece by piece till there was nothing left, no colors, no shapes, nothing. She was alone; there was nothing there for her to cling to, no ledges or footholds, only nothingness. Pain riddled her body, agitating her into a restless stupor, one where she the only thing she could feel was pain.

Sounds drifted to her, mashed into incomprehensible gibberish that she could never understand, barely being able to comprehend that it was noise being spoken to her, that there was something speaking to her, annoying her, denying her the peace and quiet she yearned for.

Movements came back to her for a short time after the noises stopped, her mind only slightly able to register that she was moving, something was moving her body. Finally everything stopped, nothing was spoken to her, nothing was moving her and then she willingly plunged into darkness, peace consuming her mind and alleviating all of the pain that had clung to her for so long.

Sitting quietly Jane Rizzoli's heart shattered as the shrill continuous beep of the heart monitor filled her ears. Her bright chocolate brown eyes gazed without seeing at the body that once was her wife, Maura Isles- Rizzoli.

Moving slowly, she wrapped her long fingers around her wives cold hand, tears glistening for her chocolate orbs at the stiffness growing in her wives once dexterous appendage. Tear filled eyes trailed up the stiff arm up to the still chest of her wife where no breath was being drawn in; no blood was being circulated, where nothing was living anymore.

Jane's lips trembled as she forced herself to look up at her wife's face and let the tears fall when her eyes made contact with Maura's dead ones. Sobs so great they were silent shook Jane's frame as she gazed into the dull hazel orbs that once were brimming with life and knowledge.

Pulling away from her once alive companion, Jane surrendered herself to a world of darkness and pain.

From the doorway Maura's doctor gazed mournfully at the lone woman crying, feeling saddened at how no one could have done anything to help his patient. He thought how cruel it was for the universe to tear these two women apart in the manner that it had chosen. Shaking his head in defeat, he moved silently out of the doorway, quietly placed Maura's chart back into its slot and walked away.

Clearly written on Maura's file, in bold black lettering read:

Maura Isles –Rizzoli, stage four brain cancer- Deceased.

End

Author's Note: I really do not know where this came from honestly, I cried writing it though.