John knocked on the door, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He was sure that this was the house. He hadn't seen her often, although he had called her once a week, he had seen her at Blossom's funeral, at Ted's funeral, and her wedding. A man opened the door. They had only met a handful of times but John had excellent memory.
"Ah Peter good to see you again"
"Same to you John"
John fiddled with the flowers in hand as he was led into the house.
"How's she doing?" John asked.
They walked down a hallway to the living room, he noticed the door next to the spacious couch was slightly open, he could just make out a bed. On the living room table was a bottle of beer, Peter picked it up.
"She's... honestly she isn't doing too well. She somehow thinks that she'll survive this but she's just so sick. How can she ever come back from this?" Peter sighed taking a long sip of his drink. A cough echoed from the room nearby.
"I can hear you boys talking about me!" A voice weakly exclaimed. The men entered the room.
"Hello Carolyn," John said trying to be upbeat as usual. It was hard to be upbeat when she looked so..sick. She was pale and gaunt, yet she still managed to be as beautiful as ever.
"John! So nice to see you again!"
"I brought you some flowers!" John sat in a plush chair by her bed.
"They're beautiful. Peter, dear, could you please put them in some water" She smiled. He took the flowers and the empty vase next to her bed and walked out, shutting the door.
"John, how have you been-" She stopped noticing a silent tear rolling down his cheek.
"Carolyn I don't think you're going to get better" He held her hand. They were the same age but her hand was so thin and fragile that he was scared to move.
"I know... I try to be optimistic but I just can't admit it. I have loved my life though, despite the constant hardships. And I'm glad I got to play Morticia, meet our friends, and I'm so so glad I got to meet you, John"
There was a moment of silence.
"I think this may be a good time to tell you that I have always been in love with you. Pretty much ever since we met. It's hard to not be in love with you"
"I have been too"
"W-What?"
"In love with you"
A gentle silence filled the room. John leaned down and kissed her forehead. Carolyn smiled as he sat back.
"John. Would you do the eulogy at my funeral? Please"
"Carolyn Sue. Of course I will"
He sat on the reclining chair. Glancing over the newspaper to get to the funnies.
A shrill buzz erupted from a side table.
He sighed, getting up to answer it.
As he picked up the phone a feeling of deep, horrific dread filled him.
He lifted the phone to his ear, hearing a quiet voice.
"John. Its Peter. I hate to be the one to have to tell you this but... Carolyn, she passed away last night."
The rest of what he said seemingly fell away from the phone. John put the phone down and began to walk back to his chair collapsing into it.
He began to sob. She was really gone, he wouldn't see her again. The phone began its shrill screaming from the other room again. He ignored it. He didn't want to move.
At least, he thought, I got to tell her I'm in love with her, and at least I know she was too.
He decided to call the rest of the cast and tell them instead of letting them hear it from the news.