Her tongue feels dry. Silence blankets her. She touches the counter top. She touches the counter top. She touches it.
Why are you not feeling it? She wonders as her finger swipes at the speckled marble.
Yet, she does not register the smoothness of the marble.
No. She takes in breaths.
No. Her pulse is quickening.
No, it can't be happening. Her thoughts are in a panic; she is panicking.
Jane! She thinks.
"Jane?" she calls out her name. "Jane?" She shouts her name.
"Yeah Maura?" Her head pops into the kitchen.
She heard her.
"Frankie says he wants a rematch. That little sore loser." Jane grins.
"Jane? It's happening." Her breaths are faster, harder. Each breath becoming an added weight onto her shoulders.
She walks over to her, knees weak. She is shaking. "I can feel it…" She says. "And it's -" her words are caught up with each strangled breath she is struggling to take in.
"Jane, it's happening…" her hand reaches out for Jane's, "I'm so sorry, Ja-"
Without her love, you disappear.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
This was inspired by one of the post by gettingdesperate on Tumblr. Her post had started something then, and I had brought it here to attempt to finish it.