So yes I'm back ^.^ but I'm afraid this isn't going to be the happiest thing you'll ever read, especially since it's nearly Christmas, but this idea just landed into my head and it just felt right. It's bitter-sweet but I guess that's how I'm feeling at the moment, please do try to enjoy it but if you really don't like sad fanfictions I strongly suggest you leave now.
He stirred, sweating all over with shaking hands and lost looking eyes.
"Elsie…" He groaned.
She went straight from the end of his bed, where she had been praying for him, to his side. Normally she would have stroked his hair and tell him to go back to sleep but this time there was an awful ache in her heart and she knew; oh how she knew.
"Elsie, I think I'm about to…"
"Shhh," hushed Mrs. Hughes, whose eyes had become waterfalls, "I know. I don't want to believe it but I know. So please, I beg you, don't say it."
Carson opened his mouth, then closed it again as he tried to blink away the tears.
Eventually he spoke, "Would I have had the chance, would I have had the chance if I had tried?"
"Oh Charles," She wept, "Of course you would have, you always did. You don't know how sorry I am for not saying anything before. I… I… Oh it's my entire fault."
"Shhh," He whispered as he silenced her worries with a kiss, "For tonight I die a happy man."
And that's where they were found in the morning; a smiling man lying on his bed, who had died of Spanish flu and a woman whose face was still wet and had eyes still red, whose head rested on the man's chest while her arms were wrapped around him. The woman who was of perfect health, who was found to not have taken any poison yet still the woman who was found cold and still. The woman who is said to have died of a broken heart.
I hope you did enjoy this, again I am sorry for it being such a 'down' piece of writing but I guess it can't be happy all the time. Hope to see you all soon and if you enjoyed please let me know by commenting. Bye for now.
