You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees
I leaned against Ed and stared up, a smile dancing across my pallid, sweat-drenched face as I admired my lover's beauty. Lover. Heh. Who knew that me, Envy, would ever find love? After what happened... What. Happened?
You don't want to watch me die?
I squeezed his eyes shut when Envy let out a low, painful moan that signaled just how much he was really hurting emotionally and physically. I tightened my grip.
I just came to say goodbye love goodbye love came to say goodbye love, Goodbye
A soft cry escapes my lips when they tell Ed that he has to leave, that he can't stay with me anymore. He argues, just like he would, insisting that if he leaves I'll only die faster. Die. Faster.
Just came to say Goodbye love
I press my face and palm against the glass outside of Envy's room, staring in at him and whispering my apologies and my love through the glass. It looked like he understood what I was trying to tell him. A tear rolled down his cheek.
Goodbye love Goodbye love Goodbye
I lift up my hand, it's covered in strange IVs and other needles that the doctors insist will help me to 'pass away painlessly'. This was the worse thing that every happened to me, I'd rather feel the pain for it. Edward is crying, begging them to let him back into the room. So he can be with me. Be. With. Me.
Glory One blaze of Glory I have to find
I rush into the hospital again the next day, after I finally arranged a ride to get there and see Envy again. It's been nearly a week, they said they would let me into his room today. I carry flowers at my side but no 'Get Well Soon' card.
Please don't touch me understand I'm scared I need to go away
I couldn't look at Ed when he presented me with the blooming flowers. I took them, held them close to my hospital night gowned body and let the pretty colored petals fall off to decorate my form in the hospital bed. I just wanted to die. Just. Wanted. To. Die.
Goodbye love, goodbye love came to say goodbye love goodbye
I squeeze Envy's hand and crawl up into the small hospital bed with him, wrapping my arms around his thin frame and holding him against my chest. His breathing is ragged and torn, the doctors say he won't last another day. I whisper my words of affection, of my love for him. He mumbles something back in a raspy voice and I rub an ice cube over his lips so he can get some water into his system. Not that it will help much, but at least make him comfortable.
just came to say goodbye love goodbye love goodbye love Hello disease.
I'm resting against Ed, my head pressed lightly against his strong chest. The pain has become unbearable now, it ricochets through my body non-stop and I barely have enough energy to even whisper how much I love Edward anymore. I'm afraid now, the deadly infection is taking it's final toll on my frail body. It's the end, I can feel it in my body as I whisper one last time how much I love Edward, my 'love' is mixed with a moan and my head tilts to the side. It's the end. The. End.
I let out a last, anguished sob and draw Envy's limp body as close as I can to mine. I hold onto it, yelling at the nurses whenever they come in to take him away. I scream at them, insisting that he was just here a minute ago. He'll come right back soon. It's too early for him to die. They're wrong. Envy's alive. He's just... relaxing his eyes. My shoulders shake with the sudden weight of the situation, denial being swept away and replaced by cold, hard reality. I cry louder, not caring who is listening, and hold his dead body as close to mine as possible.