His eyelids slowly fluttered open to a girl placing a cold clothe on his
forehead.
"Oh good. You're awake. Mrs. Shepherd will be pleased. You've been out for several days now." Amelia spoke as she brought Specs a cup of tea.
"What day is it?" Specs asked as he tried to sit up finding himself extremely sore.
"It's Christmas Eve." Amelia said as she filled the syringe with Specs medicine. He flinched as the needle pinched his skin, a pain that he was starting to get use to.
"Where's Clara?"
"She's still in bed. Poor things not doing any better. No don't get up. You're still too weak to move around." Amelia scolded Specs as he tried to get out of bed.
"But…"
"No buts. You need to save your energy. Now drink this. It'll help you sleep soundly." And with that, Amelia left Specs to sleep.
Making sure both Mrs. Shepherd and Amelia had left the cottage, Specs out of his bed. As soon as he stood up, he was greeted with lightheadedness. When he was sure he wasn't going to pass out, Specs made his way over to Clara's bed. Sympathy once again gripped his soul for the girl. She looked so lifeless lying there. Specs bent down next to her taking Clara's ice-cold hand in his.
"Clara wake up. Please wake up." Tears filled the boys eyes as he talked to the lifeless girl. Slowly Clara's eyes fluttered open. Her once beautiful sapphire eyes where now dull with fatigue.
"Hey Matthew." Her voice was so weak.
"Hey Clara." Specs said trying to hold back his tears.
"What day is it?"
"Christmas Eve." He sniffled as he spoke. He didn't want her to die. Not yet.
"It's Leah's Birthday." Clara passed for a moment before she spoke again. "I think I'm ready to let go." Clara slowly turned her head and looked out of the frosted window.
"No Clara. You can't let go. Not yet." Specs pleaded with the girl.
"No silly. I'm ready to let go of my past. My husband, Ian, I love him so much." Specs heart sank as Clara spoke. He carefully pulled her hand up to his lips as she continued. "He was my everything. Both him and Leah. We were married for a year and a half when he died. A carriage hit him on his way home from work; his death left an empty space in my heart. After his death, I thought I would never love another person. I had everything that I love ripped away from me within a few months. Everything that I lived for. Then you came along Matthew. You showed me how to live again.
"Remember what you said the first day you were here about living your life so when you die, you are smiling and the people you love are crying?" Specs meekly nodded his head fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. "Well thanks to you I lived the remainder of my life like that."
"No Clara. Please don't die. You need to get better so you can come live with me in Manhattan." Specs' tears now freely flowed down his face.
"I can't Matthew. It's my time to go. Promise me one thing though."
"What?"
"Promise me that you'll take my journal to my little angle. Cause I know you'll get better. You have the will power to do so." Clara's eyes slowly began to shut as she finished talking.
"I promise. Clara, please don't die now, please."
"I love you Matthew." Clara's eyes shut for the final time. Her hand fell limp in Specs' hand.
"No Clara. You can't. Wake back up. No Clara." Slowly Specs leaned down and kissed Clara's ice-cold lips as his tears fell on her colorless checks. "I love you too, Clara."
"Oh good. You're awake. Mrs. Shepherd will be pleased. You've been out for several days now." Amelia spoke as she brought Specs a cup of tea.
"What day is it?" Specs asked as he tried to sit up finding himself extremely sore.
"It's Christmas Eve." Amelia said as she filled the syringe with Specs medicine. He flinched as the needle pinched his skin, a pain that he was starting to get use to.
"Where's Clara?"
"She's still in bed. Poor things not doing any better. No don't get up. You're still too weak to move around." Amelia scolded Specs as he tried to get out of bed.
"But…"
"No buts. You need to save your energy. Now drink this. It'll help you sleep soundly." And with that, Amelia left Specs to sleep.
Making sure both Mrs. Shepherd and Amelia had left the cottage, Specs out of his bed. As soon as he stood up, he was greeted with lightheadedness. When he was sure he wasn't going to pass out, Specs made his way over to Clara's bed. Sympathy once again gripped his soul for the girl. She looked so lifeless lying there. Specs bent down next to her taking Clara's ice-cold hand in his.
"Clara wake up. Please wake up." Tears filled the boys eyes as he talked to the lifeless girl. Slowly Clara's eyes fluttered open. Her once beautiful sapphire eyes where now dull with fatigue.
"Hey Matthew." Her voice was so weak.
"Hey Clara." Specs said trying to hold back his tears.
"What day is it?"
"Christmas Eve." He sniffled as he spoke. He didn't want her to die. Not yet.
"It's Leah's Birthday." Clara passed for a moment before she spoke again. "I think I'm ready to let go." Clara slowly turned her head and looked out of the frosted window.
"No Clara. You can't let go. Not yet." Specs pleaded with the girl.
"No silly. I'm ready to let go of my past. My husband, Ian, I love him so much." Specs heart sank as Clara spoke. He carefully pulled her hand up to his lips as she continued. "He was my everything. Both him and Leah. We were married for a year and a half when he died. A carriage hit him on his way home from work; his death left an empty space in my heart. After his death, I thought I would never love another person. I had everything that I love ripped away from me within a few months. Everything that I lived for. Then you came along Matthew. You showed me how to live again.
"Remember what you said the first day you were here about living your life so when you die, you are smiling and the people you love are crying?" Specs meekly nodded his head fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. "Well thanks to you I lived the remainder of my life like that."
"No Clara. Please don't die. You need to get better so you can come live with me in Manhattan." Specs' tears now freely flowed down his face.
"I can't Matthew. It's my time to go. Promise me one thing though."
"What?"
"Promise me that you'll take my journal to my little angle. Cause I know you'll get better. You have the will power to do so." Clara's eyes slowly began to shut as she finished talking.
"I promise. Clara, please don't die now, please."
"I love you Matthew." Clara's eyes shut for the final time. Her hand fell limp in Specs' hand.
"No Clara. You can't. Wake back up. No Clara." Slowly Specs leaned down and kissed Clara's ice-cold lips as his tears fell on her colorless checks. "I love you too, Clara."