It's evident that out of both of us, he is.
With tubes all around him and the heart monitor beating out the rhythm; it looks as if just a gush of wind could push him over the edge and into death.
He's grey, sallow, his face looking like death. I knew though, that he'd fight; it's in his blood, his nature.
Just like how it's in mine.
I smile faintly as I come forward, and I feel Edward's arm wrap around my waist when I reach out for him.
"How do you feel?" He asks after a few minutes silence as I look at my father.
I sigh heavily, glaring at my father's form. "I feel like… I don't know. I feel like giving him everything he gave me. And if he dies, I think I will want to dance on his ashes."
It's dark, yes, but Edward's doesn't judge.
Told you she was dark at the moment. She's going through a lot and stuff, so...
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