Hiya! It's me! I'm just gonna warn ya'll now, this is gonna make what are you looking at? Read the dang story! ugh, humans...you cry. -_- It's really good though, at least i think so. So... yeah.

Grace's POV:

I screamed and cried, thrashing around, and trying to wrench my arms from the doctors' grip. There was only one thought going through my head. He's gone.

I bolted out the door, stumbling in my wedge flip-flops, not caring what I looked like at the moment.

I was in a white cami, with a pale blue sweat jacket, and matching sweatpants, with my hair in a tight ponytail.

I passed the school, Sticky Huns, Phalafel Phil's, and Lonnie's Lizards. Only 2 more blocks.

Finally, I reached the hospital. Yanking open the glass doors, I sprinted to room 3B, the wooden door slamming into the white tile walls.

What I saw drained any color I had left from my face. Leaving my face like a sheet of white paper.

Jerry was lying in the oversized hospital bed, looking unnaturally fragile. His eyes fluttered open. "Hey Gracie." he whispered, his voice scratchy from disuse.

"Jerry!" I cried out, running over and sobbing into his chest.

He had been driving on the parkway, when some stupid, careless driver switched lanes without turning on his rear lights. Jerry swerved to avoid being hit, and had a head on collision with a huge truck.

"Jerry, please." I croaked out, watching helplessly as his breathing became deeper.

"Jerry, I haven't been treating you right. I never did. I always acted like I was so great. You asked me out and I turned you down. You were the great one. A-and I, l-l-love you!" I wailed, sobbing into his chest.

He rubbed circles on my back comfortingly, as I listened for his heartbeat. It was slowing.

"I'm sorry Gracie-Bell." he whispered. "No. No!" I screamed, the shouts louder each time.

"Please don't leave me." I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I love you." he muttered weakly, closing his eyes as he drew his last breath, letting it out slowly.

The rest was all a blur, like I watching the scene unfold before me. The machine made this horrifying sound. The sound echoed off the walls of the painfully white sterilized tiles.

A long, lingering beep. "NOOOOOOOO !" I screamed, desperately clawing at the air, as the doctors flooded in and pried me off of him.

I made one last desperate attempt to hold on to him, but it was no use. I broke down. I screamed and cried, thrashing around, and trying to wrench my arms from the doctors' grip. There was only one thought going through my head. He's gone.

It has been four years since I lost Jerry. I had never gotten over him. Never moved on. I pulled open the doors to the big building.
The lady at the desk smiled warmly, a twinkle in her eye. "Welcome to the seaford adoption center."

I looked at countless numbers of children, and I was starting to lose hope. That was, until, a baby caught my eye.

He was a small, latino boy, surprisingly, having black hair, and freckles across his pale little face. He could not have been more than five days old. I automatically knew he was the one.

"What's his name?" I asked the lady from the desk, cradling him in my arms. She looked up at me, with a knowing smile, that mysterious glint still in her eyes.

"Jerry."
And for the first time in four years, I smiled, tears pricking at my eyes. A real smile.

Review! I hope you cried. *smiles innocently*