One Last Time
Chapter 16: Someday
By aznJEDI13
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. I own the plot and any original characters in this series.
Notes: This was written as pure fun. I hope that this does not offend anyone and if it does I did not by any means do it on purpose.
Sorry I didn't have time to fix the grammar and all that fun stuff!
Sorry there's some cuss words in here and references to other stuff.
And by the way the italics now mean flashbacks.
There is only one chapter left again!!! *Sniff* It's been so great!!!! I've split this chapter up so there's another chapter to be written still.
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Chapter 16: Someday everything will be the way it's supposed to be.
'…Someday, I'll get back there and find the world you dropped from your hands…'
Silence.
Oh how she hated silence.
It reminded her of the old days. Guy was so angry, so callous then and it had led to her own fall. She had succumbed to the silence and lived off the silence until it was too much to take. So much that she had found herself in her own prison, crying out for help but having no one there to help her.
So much she had been disowned to a desolate sanctuary to plead insanity.
Charlie, she had pushed him away, demanding he stay away from her and stop ruining the best thing that she had ever had. Guy, he had driven himself crazy and pulled her down with him. Katie had been taken from her hold, had slipped through her clutches, and had disappeared from her arms forever.
She had sat in the silence and watched as the liquid poured from her arms and made the emotional pain seem like nothing. She had slept in the silence, she had cried in the silence. She used the silence to ease the agony that tormented her day in and day out, everyday of her life.
She had lived for the silence then.
A silence that had hid her cries of anguish and her screams for mercy – for the shadows to leave her mind and to release her from their clutches.
Yes, she hated the silence.
So deep in thought, she never saw Guy turn slightly to look at her. His eyes growing with a far off and distant look. Remembering a time when silence had torn them apart.
"I'm home." She called, setting her book bag on the chair by the door. She closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet aroma from the kitchen.
"I'm in the kitchen." He replied, his tone matching her own as she ventured farther into their humble abode.
The aroma grew and made her stomach do flips, "Smells good." She paused, sniffing in the scent, "What is it?"
He laughed, something she hadn't heard for a while, "It's a surprise."
She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek to his back, "Ooh, I love surprises." She released him. "I'll be right back." She called and entered the bathroom.
"Hey, Cons! Dinner's ready! Cons?" Guy called.
When she didn't respond, he decided to retrieve her from wherever she had disappeared too. When he entered the bathroom, the most horrifying scene laid before his eyes.
His wife had her face to the floor, lying in a pool of rich, red liquid and a razor dropped to her side.
The blood drenched her clothes, dyeing and soaking her pale skin.
"Connie!" He screamed running over to the motionless body.
He reached down and found she had a vague pulse. Picking up her wrists, he saw several deep gashes running up her wrists and leaking red liquid from them.
He ran for the phone, ran harder than he ever had before.
The ambulance arrived within minutes and the two of them were rushed to the hospital. He ran into the ER, following his unconscious wife on the gurney. He listened absently to the paramedics around him, but his concentration was solely on his wife, the love of his life.
"She's lost a lot of blood. Call for o-neg."
"Twenty-five year old female. Internal and external recessive bleeding."
"Call for plastics stat!"
"Sir, what's her name? Sir?"
He failed to hear the nurse ask him questions. He failed to see what was happening and most importantly he had failed to detect such a thing.
He was a fool.
He was a failure.
He had failed to help Katie and he had failed to help Connie.
He was a complete failure.
"Sir?" The nurse continued, "What's her name?"
He snapped back, "What?" He questioned as his eyes never leaving the bloody body.
"Her name, Sir?" The nurse asked.
He stuttered, not exactly remembering. The feelings of panic and fear running inconsistently through his system in cold tendrils and sharp shocks; the feelings were so much that his body was numb. He wanted to wake up from the nightmare that plagued him.
What if she died?
He blinked several times, "Uh…" He stuttered, "C-connie Ger-germaine."
The nurse nodded as the gurney pushed on through two twin doors. Suddenly he felt two hands touch his torso, "You can't go in there Sir."
"But she's my wife!" He cried. She couldn't die; she couldn't, especially without him there to be with her when she did. .
"I'm sorry Sir."
"But…" He began, but his voice trailed off as he was overwhelmed with the tears. Reality became too much for his numb body to take and the tendrils of emotion, of fear and anguish overcame his hard worn poise.
He had failed her.
He had failed Katie.
She had almost died in silence. The silence had almost killed her – that's why he hated it and that's why she hated it.
She hated silence, but that was all that surrounded her now with Adam's death still fresh in her appalled mind.
The long drive back to the beach house was complete and utter silence. Occasionally, Guy would ask about the radio station or the weather or what so-and-so had said to her. However, other than that, no conversation existed between them – both were too paralyzed with shock and overwhelmed with fear.
Another one of them had died – passed on.
She sat her body against his in that familiar position. His right arm draped across her shoulders, comforting her and seeking solace from her at the same time. The position was familiar, the situation was familiar, but the circumstances were not.
Another one of them had left, forever, gone hopefully to a better place.
She played absently with her fingers glancing at times out the window and at other times at Guy's emotionally contradicting face. He told her he was fine, but his emotions told a different story.
After all, Adam had been his best friend because he had lost her.
She snuggled closer into his embrace and smiled slightly to herself. She had missed this, the feeling of his arms around her, giving her complete security and confidence and feeding her love and passion.
She looked up at him and longed to kiss his lips again.
He was staring blankly out the window, driving along windy roads until they reached their home.
The night engulfed them, swallowing them into its darkness and its passion, incasing them in fear and security at the same time. She reached up and clutched Guy's hand, knowing his very touch could calm the innermost pieces of her soul.
Adam was gone, gone forever – just like Fulton and just like Katie.
The stars glowed brightly but their blanket of night was little comfort to her heart's constant heavy beating, hurting sadistically and crying out in mad anguish, against the cage of her ribs. Not even Guy's gentle, soothing touch could calm the cry of her hurting heart.
But she continued to cling to him as if he were a lifeline.
They entered their quiet, dark house with a somber attitude. The jingling keys coming into contact with the metal lock the only sound and then the flicking of the light switch hummed their ears.
She turned to him and launched herself into his arms once the door had been successfully closed and locked. He smiled slightly, having missed the sensations that were running through his arms at this point.
"Hey." She breathed as his blue eyes pierced her own and sent shivers running down her spine.
He smirked, though a solemn motion held at the end, "Hey."
She wound her arms around his neck and she leaned her head on his chest, "I can't believe it." She whispered, "I just can't."
He nodded and she felt him plant a light kiss on the top of her head and then lean his chin on top of her brunette tresses, "I can't either." He paused, his voice also at a whisper, filled with an unusual shakiness.
What were these emotions that made her just want to shrivel up and die?
Adam was gone – forever and it all seemed so surreal. The pain was there, no doubt, but the feelings were so raw that it made every nerve in her body numb. It couldn't be true – it just couldn't.
Guy moved slightly and she craned her neck to look at him. The emotions were finally showing and all she could see was excruciating agony and loneliness.
"Guy…" She began, reaching up to caress some of his dirty blond hair, "Are you okay?" He nodded, his voice caught in his throat. She shook her head, "Guy," She began, "We're suppose to be able to tell each other these things."
He closed his eyes, knowing exactly what she meant and released her. "I know," He began, sitting down on the nearby couch and welcoming her into his arms and next to him. He placidly kissed her cheek, "I know. It's just that," He paused briefly, struggling to keep control, "Everything's still such a shock. My whole body's numb, I have no feeling whatsoever."
She snuggled deeper into her embrace, "I feel the same way," She reached over and lightly touched his arm, "You can cry, Guy," She smiled slightly, "It's okay. I'm here for you." She paused, "I love you."
And so, he cried.
His tears were light at first, but become heavier as the time went on. The pain was too much for him to hold inside any longer and soon she realized she couldn't hold them either and her tears after a short period mixed with his.
The tangible fear slowly became real, creeping its dark way into their hearts, their minds, and their souls.
Finally, the tears stopped and the imaginary wells inside their hurting bodies dry. There was no water left to pour and no raw emotion left to burn, everything seemed settled. He released her and gave her the best lopsided smirk he could muster despite the dried tears, swollen cheeks, and red eyes.
Even then, she realized was he dashingly handsome.
"I'm going to wash up," He announced, his voice quivering. He looked down at his feet nervously, "Would you like to join me?"
She smiled at his shyness and took his hand tenderly, "Of course."
He pulled her up to her feet and bent his head to caress her lips with his own. Her face tilted up and forward, eagerly awaiting the sensations that would threaten to sweep her off her feet.
But they never came. The phone rang suddenly, breaking the moment and she sighed. He smiled and left her to answer the phone.
Charlie was on the line.
She had no choice, but to tell him with her voice breaking and tears threatening, "He's died a few hours ago."
She only heard his cry of anguish before the line went dead.
She found Guy in the bathroom, his shirt off and his shoes kicked away somewhere, bending over and watching the bath water rise. He looked up at the sound of her voice as she entered the doorframe, "What's wrong?" He asked coming toward her and placing his hands on her arms and soothingly ran them up and down.
"That was Charlie on the phone." She paused, wiping her eyes, "I had to tell him." He nodded and looked away. "Can you pick him up from the bus stop?"
He looked at her suddenly, "What?" He asked shocked.
"Can you pick Charlie up?" She asked simply, watching his eyes for an explanation.
"Cons, you know," he paused, "I can't. I don't want to."
She shook her head and twisted around in his arms, "Please, for me?"
"He's staying here, isn't he?" He shook his head, "Don't do look at me like that Cons, you can't coerce me."
She ran her finger lightly up his arm; "It's just for the night. He was going to get a hotel, but it's too late." Her eyes continued to bore into his, pleading with him, almost begging.
He sighed, "Oh, all right." He paused, "Just one night though." He shook his head suddenly, "Besides picking him up doesn't mean I have to talk to him."
"Guy," She began, "Try to be civilized at least." She shook her head, "How can you talk to me, but not talk to him anyway?"
"I love you." He said simply and let his eyes wander to hers.
"Charlie was like your brother…" Her voice trailed off.
He interrupted her; "My brother wouldn't have slept with you."
She sighed, "Guy, please."
He shook his head continuously, "You're asking me to be rational and I'm being rational. Logically and morally, my brother, in all your vulnerability, wouldn't have decided to take you to bed."
She sighed again, "I suppose your right," She laughed, pointing a lazy finger at his chest, "But only for the sake of the argument, now please, go pick up Charlie!"
He laughed, planting a quick kiss on her lips that made her wish she hadn't just sent him out, "Yes, mom." He scoffed.
She giggled and grabbed the nearest towel, snapping at his behind. He yelped on his way out the door. She smiled to herself – yes it felt good to be in love.
But still in the back of her mind something reminded her, that another one of them had died, had gone to a better place – hopefully.
Maybe, she thought, Adam was watching them and laughing too. And maybe, if she hoped hard enough he was holding Katie in his arms and they were laughing at how silly mommy and daddy were.
Maybe…
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Heavy droplets fell from the sky, drenching his North Star sweatshirt and his plain baseball camp. He had no umbrella, no baggage, and no true warmth surrounding him.
The droplets would lighten and then strengthen on and off.
But there was no shelter to keep him from the rain and from the cold. The sky was a dark, abandoned black, carefully woven with stars and shining slightly in the fluorescent glow of the moon.
He closed his eyes, trying slightly to rid his body of the wetness and the sounds that warmed his eardrums, but it only made him remember.
Guy shifted from one foot to another, glancing outside. "Great, if I don't ruin the wedding the rain will."
He laughed slightly and looked at what Guy was looking at. Rain littered everywhere, drenching windows and streets alike and casting a dreary feeling over all of them. The Minnesota sky was over cast and the droplets of rain would not let up.
It was only hours before Guy and Connie's wedding too.
He shrugged, "Maybe it'll stop."
Guy shifted again from his spot by the window; "I hope so. This day has to be perfect," He paused, "Especially for Connie." He turned and looked over at Charlie, "How do you know you really love someone?"
Charlie's face grew a look of a shock, "Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" He laughed, "You been with Connie since before you could skate!" He shook his head, "Don't get cold feet on me Germaine."
He nodded, more to assure himself then Charlie, "I know, I know." He paused, "I just can't helped but wonder, maybe there's someone else out there, maybe I'm rushing into things too early."
"You have bad cold feet." He summarized. His eyes narrowed at Guy, "If there was someone else, you would've found them by now." He shook his head; "You've been listening to your mom too much."
Guy turned to look out the window and was about to say something when the phone ringing interrupted them. Charlie picked it up. He smiled at the person on the other line and then turned to Guy; "It's Connie."
Guy smiled and reached for the phone, "Hey, baby." Charlie rolled his eyes as Guy continued, "I suppose that's okay, if they want we can do it inside. No, no, believe me it's fine."
Charlie could tell that Guy didn't care where the wedding was just as long as Connie was there. He laughed, Guy probably wouldn't mind skipping the wedding if he had a choice.
Guy continued, their conversation inaudible to Charlie, "Yeah, okay, I'll be there. No worries – I'm listening. I won't forget. Bye, sweetie – yeah in the Windsor room, love you too." Guy hung up the phone and looked exasperatedly at Charlie.
Charlie laughed, throwing a pillow at Guy who was now slouched over one of the hotel beds. "It's about time you two got hitched," He admitted, "You two already act like your married." He changed his voice to a higher pitch to mimic Guy, "I'm listening, I won't forget, bye sweetie!"
Guy laughed and threw a pillow at him and turned onto his back, "I'm in love." He admonished, "Bad."
Charlie laughed, he was on his stomach, propped on two elbows and watching Guy, "I'm glad you finally realize it."
He sat up suddenly, "My heart just skips a beat when I see her. Something inside of me just goes crazy when I see her. And when I look into those eyes, I just know I could look into them forever. I can't stand to be without her. I feel complete around her."
"You've got it bad, man." He chuckled, "I thought you asked me what love was?"
Guy shook his head, "Is this what love feels like?"
Charlie thought about it, thought about Linda, and smiled, "Yeah, it is."
The blond one smiled, his dimples shining brightly, "I didn't think that was it," He paused, "Until I talked to her, I wasn't sure. But now," His smile brightened more, if it could, "I know I'm making the right decision. I love Connie." He paused, "I always have."
Charlie nodded, "Man, I bet you just wish you could skip this thing."
Guy laughed more, "Of course!" He softened, "But if it makes her happy, I'm willing to do." His voice hushed, "Do you think there'll ever be someone other than Linda?"
Charlie's brows creased in thought and he looked away from Guy. Finally he turned back, "I don't know." He shrugged, "What about you?"
Guy shook his head automatically after he asked the question, "Never, I could never love anyone else." His eyes narrowed, "You really think you could love some other woman?"
Charlie shrugged again, his voice hushed, "Who knows what the future will bring."
"I guess," Guy shrugged, "But she's the only one that will have my heart completely."
"Let's hope she doesn't break it." Charlie joked.
Guy laughed, "She won't." He paused, a little unsure, "I hope." He shook his head, shaking away the self-doubt and tried to convince himself repeatedly, "She won't." He glanced at the clock, "Come on best man, we've got to get ready. Connie will with hold privileges from me tonight if we're late."
Charlie laughed and followed Guy's lead.
Blinking slightly, Charlie wiped his rain-soaked face with his sleeve and shiver as a car pulled to the curve. The window rolled down slightly to reveal the blue eyes of the last person on the earth he had expected, "Get in!" He screamed over the noise of the droplets falling from the sky, "Quick."
He pulled the door open and jumped in quickly. Immediately once inside, he pulled away his baseball cap to reveal soaking brunette hair and using his sleeve he wiped a few droplets of water off his brow, "What are you doing here?" He asked, glancing over at his counterpart.
The man shifted gears and grabbed the steering wheel with two hands, "Connie sent me to get you."
"I'd a thought she'd come herself, instead of send you." He revealed, continually eyeing Guy suspiciously.
"I would've hoped." He admitted shortly, his eyes never leaving the road.
"The weather changes quickly here doesn't it?" He asked, observing.
Guy nodded and then finally turned his head to look at him, "You know, Conway," He paused, laughing cynically, "Me driving you home doesn't mean we're gonna enjoy pleasant conversation. Or have any for that matter."
Charlie took a deep breath, absorbing the news, and then nodded, "Of course," He paused, brows creasing in consternation, "But Guy-"
He shook his head repeatedly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I don't want to talk."
He nodded and allowed the thick silence to instill itself upon them. To suffocate them and absorb them in its void, in its fear, and in its anger.
"But Guy," He began, looking ahead of him, "We're going to have to talk sometime."
"Sometime later." He replied, rather quickly. "Not now."
Charlie's brows creased once more, "I'm sorry, Guy." He state blatantly, "Sorry I caused you pain, sorry-"
He interrupted him, his voice thick and heavy, "Sorry doesn't cut it Conway."
"What more do I say then Guy?" He questioned a little angry, "What do you want from me?"
Suddenly, shocking Charlie, the car skid to a stop, Guy's foot slamming down hard on the foot brake, "You took my wife from me, Conway, what am I suppose to say?" He screamed, his eyes turning toward Charlie and for the first time the former captain notice the tears that escaped from Guy's eyes, "I loved her with every fiber of my being."
He shook his head bitterly, "But you damn sure weren't showing it."
"I loved her, I loved her since District five and I still do," Guy's finger pointed at his chest, "You knew that and you did it anyway." He paused, "I trusted you Conway, you were one my closest friends. I trusted you. None of that mattered. You took her to bed anyway."
"Only cause you weren't being much of a husband!" He screamed, "Jackass."
He squinted his eyes, waiting for the blow that was suppose to come, but it didn't and he opened them to see Guy's fists clench and then relax, "I'm not going to fight you Conway," He explained, "No matter how bad a jerk you're acting."
His eyes narrowed, "You left her alone Guy! Alone and she had no where to turn," He paused and his voice grew quiet, "So she turned to me. Everything else," He explained, "Just happened."
Guy laughed bitterly, "Just happened? How do you just take her to bed?" He questioned angrily, "Logically, Conway, you would've woken up at one point and realized what you were doing." He paused, "But that didn't stop you, did it?"
"No," He laughed cynically, "Connie wanted me and I accepted that fact gladly."
Guy's nostrils flared and his lips curled in anger, "You seduced my wife, you son of a-"
"Haven't you been listening to me Germaine?" He screamed, interrupting him, "She wanted me. She wanted me." He repeated, "She didn't care about you." His voice grew quiet, "I'm sorry Guy, really I am." He paused, "I shouldn't have done it."
"You're right." He replied angrily, "You shouldn't have done it. She was my wife."
"She still is!" He screamed back, reminding him. "You didn't lose, Guy, she's still there. A little different maybe, maybe both of you have changed – but she's still there." He paused, "And she still loves you."
His counterpart took a deep breath and glanced away from Charlie, "It's not the same." He paused, "You have no idea how many nights I stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what exactly had gone wrong." His voice grew hushed, "We had loved each other so much and then the next thing I know everything is going wrong and I left her." He closed his eyes and then opened them, "I keep asking myself why was I so selfish, why did I leave?"
Charlie was appalled by the revelation, "You were scared, Germaine, you didn't know what to do."
He shook his head, "That doesn't matter. I may have been scared, but I chased away the best thing of my life."
"And you chased her into my arms. But everything's over, man, and she's still in love with you." Charlie paused, "I really am sorry, Guy."
Guy heard this, he noticed, but didn't acknowledge his words. He started up the car again, "Listen Conway, it's still going to take me a while to get over this." Charlie nodded and Guy continued, "But you're welcomed to come and visit her."
Charlie nodded, "Thanks Guy." He whispered.
Guy's hand tightened and clutched the steering wheel. A silence invaded them, a void that reminded both of them of had had occurred in the past.
"Do you think things will get better between us?" Charlie asked suddenly.
Guy shrugged, "I don't know. But they won't be like there were, they could never be the same."
"I know." Charlie looked down and played with is fingers, "Truth is, I feel terrible Guy." He nodded, "Yes, there was a part of me that wanted Connie back tonight, but inside a part of me feels terrible because I truly broke you guys up."
Guy shook his head; "You didn't break us up Charlie." He laughed sarcastically, "You might've helped, but we broke each other up in our own way."
"She broke you heart." Charlie mused, "She wasn't suppose to."
Guy shrugged, "And here I had hoped she wouldn't."
"The more you love something…" Charlie's voice trailed off.
Guy nodded, "The more you get burned."
Charlie nodded in agreement, "You still got it bad?"
Guy smiled to himself; "I'll always have it bad."
"How's everyone?" Charlie questioned, eyes narrowing out of the passenger window, looking out at the ocean.
Guy shrugged, "All dealing with it in their own way."
"And Connie?" He questioned.
Guy closed his eyes quickly, "A wreck."
Charlie looked over at his counterpart, "Here's your chance, Guy, comfort her, hold her. Don't blow it again."
Guy glanced at him, "I know."
They continued to drive along the windy roads until they reached his elaborate beach house and pulled up into the garage. Charlie soberly grabbed his cap and opened the door, trudging up to the door.
"Hey, Charlie."
He turned around to look at the other man, "Yeah?"
Guy smiled, "I forgive you."
Charlie smiled, "Doesn't mean we're friends though, right?"
Guy shrugged, "Maybe," He paused, "Someday."
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The lights were still on when he entered the large master bedroom, but she was asleep. It was a wonderful sight to see her, sleeping peacefully, in his bed.
It had been a very long time he realized.
He and Connie still had a lot to work out, he knew, but Adam's death had put all of that at pause. They would spend the next days in mourning and in love. No strings would be discussed, no complications determined.
Just each other's company would be enough.
He smiled, watching her breath in and out from the doorway. She was as beautiful as he remembered and he knew deep inside that she would never, ever, be anything less.
Sleep, soon though invaded his reverie as his eyes begged to close. After changing, he came close to her, kissing her cheek gently, before climbing into bed beside her.
She stirred momentarily and then her beautiful auburn eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him and he could do nothing but smile back, "You're beautiful," He mumbled, "So beautiful."
She kissed him then, pulling away she asked, "Where's Charlie?"
He smiled, "Down the hall."
She nodded, "In one piece?"
"Of course," He muttered, "I think we worked things out."
She smiled, "That's good."
He nodded, "You were right." He mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning forward to plant tiny kisses on her neck.
She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes she pushed him off her. "Not tonight."
He obeyed silently and pulled away, "Are you feeling better?" He asked, his arms coming up to hold her at the waist, her back pressed against his broad shoulders and brawn chest.
She nodded, "I suppose," She paused, "It's still a shock. I can't believe he's gone."
He nodded, kissing the top of her head tenderly, "Me too," He replied and pulled her against his body more.
She smiled at his movements and turned in his embrace. She kissed him lightly, caressing his lips with her own; "I love you." She stated, her finger tracing a pattern down his rough cheek.
He nodded, "I love you too."
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Morning came all too quickly for Julie.
Morning meant waking up to the reality that he was gone and she would never again feel his strong arms around her. She would never again feel his light kisses on her neck, never again feel the sensations that came when he held her.
She would never again look into his blue eyes and see into his soul.
And she would never again just enjoy the silence with him.
The daylight streamed through the hospital blinds, casting a light glow over her light brown sheets. She groaned and allowed more tears stream down her face.
Adam, the lover of her soul, keeper of her heart, was gone – forever.
She groaned again, feeling groggy and exhausted at the same time. She stretched and yawned. The pain of yesterday, both physical and mental, coming back to her tired spirit and fatigued mind.
Where was the man who was suppose to be there when she first woke up after bearing their child?
Where was the father of her son?
He was gone, she reminded her self, chided herself for forgetting slightly, he was gone forever.
The birds chirped quietly singing their own song as she could hear nearby cars park and others pull away. An ambulance sounded its siren loud and clear, as it approached the hospital. And there were voices in the hall, from people of importance and people who didn't matter.
Life had continued on – without him.
How could she continue on without him?
A string of tears followed that thought, the realization that he was gone still slowly washing over her. Quickly though, those slight tears became wracked sobs and her body shook with agony. It convulsed with pain and continuously rocked back and forth in unwavering pain.
Pain that she figured would never cease.
Adam, what will I do?
Her mind plagued with an intense numbness. The void she assumed that he had left in her all too soon. They had left the house yesterday thinking it was going to be just another reunion, but she would come home a widow and a mother.
He had died in her arms. His body had at one moment been warmth and strong and another moment cold and limp. The tears escape so easily now, slipping through her close eyelids. She found that the only comfort existed in her tears, she could not find solace anywhere else.
She sniffled slightly as she heard the door open slightly and then shut.
"Jules?" The voice called first far away and then a little closer, "Jules, are you all right?"
She couldn't lie to the voice; she couldn't lie to her best friend. "No," she sniffled more and then finally opened her eyes so blue would meet brown. "Cons. I…" Her voice trailed off, "What am I going to do?"
Connie moved for a second, sitting down in the chair next to her hospital bed, taking Julie's hand in her own and rubbing it soothingly. "I don't know." She began, "I don't know, Jules."
She closed her eyes again, "Was it this hard when you…"
Connie nodded and her eyes closed briefly, "When Katie passed on I felt as if I too had died." She shook her head, "But you can't, Jules, you have to be here for Josh." She smiled slightly, "He needs you."
She squeezed Connie's hand, "I know." She sniffled again, "I just wish…"
Connie nodded, "I know, we all wish he was still here." She paused, "And I know it hurts in place you didn't know it would. When I lost Guy, I felt as if the world had ended." She let out a deep breath, "It had."
Julie nodded, tears slowly falling down her porcelain cheeks, as her breath became ragged. She closed her eyes, attempting to relax.
"Go to sleep, Jules." Connie gently advised as she watched her friend's inconsistent breathing relax, "I'll take care of you, we'll take care of you. I promise."
To be continued…
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