She looked into his eyes. She saw the pain. She saw the sadness. She couldn't believe that there could be so much there. Especially when he was less than 11 years old. There was too much pain there, but it had been one thing after another. First there was his father who could've been dead for all of the help that he had offered these past 11 years. Then there was the sickness.
No one could've predicted that he would've had leukemia. There was no history of leukemia in the family, nor had there been any signs before it hit full force. There was no way to save him, except for his own strength. The one thing I did right in this world, and it gets ripped from my hands without me being able to do anything about it.
"Momma?" She heard his weak voice ask, "am I going to be okay?" She couldn't respond. The doctors had called her into their offices. They had all told her the same news. He wasn't going to make it through Christmas. She couldn't imagine it without him. Everytime she tried she broke down crying.
"I don't want you to worry about that honey," she said reassuringly, "We've got the best people worrying about that." He smiled,and looked at her with those big brown eyes that always melted her heart. "Tell me a story." He said. She looked at him, took a breath and began to speak.
"Once there was a little boy with the heart of a lion, the brain of a genius, and kindness that knew no bounds. One day the little boy was playing with his friends when out of nowhere a big shadow came out, and covered the boy. He ran and ran, but he couldn't outrun the shadow." She paused, unsure of where her story was going.
Her son looked up at her with eyes inquiring if they could proceed. She breathed out a sigh of relief, and nodded. He took a deep breath.
"The little boy tried day and night to fight the dark shadow, but he could never win. He thought that he was the only one that could defeat it. He never knew that he had people that loved him, and were there to help him every step of the way. The shadow always taunted him. Saying how much of a baby he was for not being able to beat him. He screamed and he cried and he beat his fists on the floor, when he was found, by his best friend. The friend saw the shadow and the state that the little boy was in. They helped him. He realized that the shadow was only scary if he was facing it alone. The shadow just needed light."
The little boy stopped and gazed at his mother urging her to finish the story that they had created together. "Now the little boy had the heart of a lion, the brain of a genius, kindness that knew no bounds, and loved ones that helped him through the darkest of times." She watched as the brown eyes she knew so well closed for the last times, and the sweet lips that had made her laugh so many times took their final breath. _ I'm sorry for the lack of context. My friend and I just decided to see what would flow, and this is what came out. For those who are intersted, I will always update on Wednesdays. Whether it be updating a new fic or just posting fluff. Tell me what you want people. Good bye for now my lovelies.