A Second Chance
Dedication
This is dedicated to the unseen victims of cancer and drunk driving. Personally, I've never lost someone I know to a drunk driving accident, but that may change. I have, however, lost family to cancer. There is nothing more heartwrenching than watching a loved one slowly and painfully die from cancer. I had to watch my dad's father die that way. I may not be a firm believer of life after death, but I do feel as if my grandpa is watching over me, along with my dad's mother and my baby brother. (My brother didn't have cancer. My mom miscarried with him.) Maybe they are wtching over me. Maybe my grandfather's proud of me. Maybe he is. Maybe all my family that has passed away is watching over me, and watching me write this. Maybe my grandmother, who I barely remember, is helping me move the violet colored pencil I used to write this dedication with on the back of a printed copy of the prolouge of 'A Second Chance' against an old journal of mine. Who knows? Maybe they are. And maybe, just maybe, my grandparents, and my baby brother, are helping me write this fic.
Love,
Ko
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A Second Chance
By Koneko Yuy
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. You'd get nothing.
Author's Notes: I have no clue what sparked this.....
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The day had just gone smoothly. Nothing should have gone wrong.
Nothing!
He'd been standing in his room just that morning, holding his black and white cat, wearing just his blue jeans and smiling up at his mother, his blue eyes shining.
Just that morning!
His friends had called. He was going shopping at the mall with them.
He had run from his room, pulling on a green tanktop.
God, he was only 17. Just starting out his life.
He'd climbed into that car and his mother had this..... feeling she'd never see her baby again.
She couldn't explain it.....
Less than three hours later, they'd gotten the call. A drunk driver had rammed into his friend's car. No one was injured, but one was in critical condition. There was nothing to say that it was their son.
It couldn't have been their son. It had to have been one of his friends, not him.
Not Heero.
They'd gone to the hospital in a panic. They were led to a room. Inside, there he lay on the bed, hooked up to machines and getting ready to go into surgery.
They couldn't believe their eyes. Their son wasn't going into surgery! He just wasn't!
After what felt like a lifetime, the machine that monitored their son's heartbeat paused, then stopped altogether. The mother looked down at the floor.
This wasn't happening. It wasn't!
And he'd been so full of life just that morning!
He couldn't have been dead.
He just couldn't have been.....
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Tbc.......
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Thanks goes out to Clara for coming up with a title to this. Not really a mother's day fic, I guess.....
Dedication
This is dedicated to the unseen victims of cancer and drunk driving. Personally, I've never lost someone I know to a drunk driving accident, but that may change. I have, however, lost family to cancer. There is nothing more heartwrenching than watching a loved one slowly and painfully die from cancer. I had to watch my dad's father die that way. I may not be a firm believer of life after death, but I do feel as if my grandpa is watching over me, along with my dad's mother and my baby brother. (My brother didn't have cancer. My mom miscarried with him.) Maybe they are wtching over me. Maybe my grandfather's proud of me. Maybe he is. Maybe all my family that has passed away is watching over me, and watching me write this. Maybe my grandmother, who I barely remember, is helping me move the violet colored pencil I used to write this dedication with on the back of a printed copy of the prolouge of 'A Second Chance' against an old journal of mine. Who knows? Maybe they are. And maybe, just maybe, my grandparents, and my baby brother, are helping me write this fic.
Love,
Ko
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A Second Chance
By Koneko Yuy
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. You'd get nothing.
Author's Notes: I have no clue what sparked this.....
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The day had just gone smoothly. Nothing should have gone wrong.
Nothing!
He'd been standing in his room just that morning, holding his black and white cat, wearing just his blue jeans and smiling up at his mother, his blue eyes shining.
Just that morning!
His friends had called. He was going shopping at the mall with them.
He had run from his room, pulling on a green tanktop.
God, he was only 17. Just starting out his life.
He'd climbed into that car and his mother had this..... feeling she'd never see her baby again.
She couldn't explain it.....
Less than three hours later, they'd gotten the call. A drunk driver had rammed into his friend's car. No one was injured, but one was in critical condition. There was nothing to say that it was their son.
It couldn't have been their son. It had to have been one of his friends, not him.
Not Heero.
They'd gone to the hospital in a panic. They were led to a room. Inside, there he lay on the bed, hooked up to machines and getting ready to go into surgery.
They couldn't believe their eyes. Their son wasn't going into surgery! He just wasn't!
After what felt like a lifetime, the machine that monitored their son's heartbeat paused, then stopped altogether. The mother looked down at the floor.
This wasn't happening. It wasn't!
And he'd been so full of life just that morning!
He couldn't have been dead.
He just couldn't have been.....
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Tbc.......
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Thanks goes out to Clara for coming up with a title to this. Not really a mother's day fic, I guess.....