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And Ты swore Ты saw me laughing, and I swore I saw Ты smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of Ты with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Энджел sent to save
He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and Бабочки and lopsided ice cream cones. Then he slid his hand down her side, from her shoulder to her hip, skimming over the indents of her body. She had gotten so thin, having Остаться в живых almost thirty pounds in the past year. She had been small to begin with, but now he could feel all of her ribs through her рубашка and her collarbone was еще pronounced than ever.
She sighed quietly, her eyelids fluttering at his touches. Her head moved slightly on his chest, and her dark hair tickled the bottom of his chin. Her thumb moved in circles on his stomach.
“I’m so afraid of forgetting,” he whispered in her ear.
“Even if Ты forget the little things, I know you’ll always remember the things that mattered the most.” Her voice was quiet, barely audible in the room full of beeping machines giving data he didn’t understand, in the hospital full of the cries of births and deaths.
“But the little things are just as important...”
She opened her eyes and moved her head to face his. The tips of their noses were less than three inches apart, and he could feel how light her breathing was. Her shallow breaths worried him.
“Do Ты remember that night when we were just sixteen, and Ты snuck into my room that first night? Do Ты remember how the fireflies lit up the world as Ты whispered that Ты loved me?”
He smiled. “And we laid there for hours after, Ты and me in the dark, like time was endless and we were the only ones that mattered.” The grin on his face faded, and she saw the pain in his eyes as he was brought back to the reality that their time left together wasn’t as infinite as they had both once believed.
She laid a hand on his cheek. “We’ll only be apart for such a short while, darling.”
“It’s not just a short while, not for me.” The words seemed to choke him; his voice was strained and his jaw clenched and unclenched several times.
“I know it will seem long, but forever is much longer.”
He closed his eyes against her hand and tried to глотать, ласточка his pain, but they were still so young and their heads had been full of such brilliant and promising dreams. She had wanted to go to medical school and become a surgeon, they were going to hitchhike across the states, she was going to learn how to watercolor and sculpt, he was going to get a record deal for his band and Показать her the world. They had made so many different plans over the years, made countless lists of the things they wanted to do and the places they wanted to visit. They laughed as they toasted the future and arranged their hopes in orders of importance. They swore that they would prove everyone who had ever doubted them wrong.
But none of that was ever going to happen now.
She rolled onto her other side and he tightened his arms around her to pull her closer, so her back was pressed against his front. He breathed in her scent, committing it to memory. He absolutely terrified of wasting a single moment of their time left together. Her clock was running out, and he was scared, so very scared.
“Anyone else,” he said, “I just wish it had been anyone else.” He buried his face in her hair.
“I don’t regret anything though,” she told him. “Everything we’ve done, we’ve done together. All of our laughs and our fights, our Рождество moments and Thanksgiving disasters... They all mean so much to me.” She paused a moment. “Darling, I know that now the time we have left could be counted on my fingertips, but Ты were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Ты know that, right? I remember,” she сказал(-а) with a small smile, “the first дата we went on, a picnic on the beach. I remember we ran in the surf and I thought, ‘This is what it means to live.’ Ты showed me the world, and I’m so very thankful I met you.”
“And here I thought Ты were the one who taught me everything.”
“I guess we taught each other.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. “Aren’t Ты scared though?”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because... I don’t know. No one knows what comes next. What if it’s just... nothing? A whole lot of nothing? What if it’s dark and lonely?”
“Maybe I’m a little scared, but I know that whatever waits for me on the other side, I can take it.” She smiled. “And I won’t be lonely, because I’ll have-”
Suddenly she stopped, and her back arched against the hospital bed. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape as well.
“What’s happening?” he сказал(-а) fearfully, bolting upright.
A small, strange gurgling sound came from her throat.
This is it, a voice in the back of his head whispered. This is the end you’ve been dreading for so long. She’s leaving, she’s leaving, she’s leaving.
“Doctor!” he yelled, jumping from the постель, кровати and darting into the hospital corridors. Patients, visitors, and staff turned to look at him with sad eyes. They too knew what was coming next. They knew the pattern.
“Help her!” he pleaded to the two doctors and three nurses that came racing down the hall. He followed them into the room, no longer able to hold in his tears at the sight of her in so much pain.
Her hands gripped the rails of the постель, кровати so hard her knuckles were right, and her face was contorted into a look of such horrible pain. The staff buzzed around her, checking machines and pushing needles into her IV. He didn’t know what was going on until they brought in the crash тележка, корзина as she flat-lined, until they pressed the charges to her chest again and again, until one of the nurses turned to him with the most sympathetic look he’d ever seen.
Then, somehow, the little red line spiked. There was a beep and a spike. Another, and another. But when she opened her eyes and sucked in a mouthful of air, her features again twisted into a look of pure pain.
“What’s happening?” he asked, going over to her and taking one of her hands in both of his. “Tell me what’s going on,” he сказал(-а) as bent over her, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“We’ve revived her for now, but her kidneys have already failed, her heartbeats are irregular, and her now her lungs are going. We could put her on a respirator for a few years, but at this point that would only prolong the pain. или we could... let her go.”
He gazed down at her, and it hurt him that she was hurting so badly. Her wild eyes found his and he knew what she wanted him to do. He knew, but it was so hard to speak the words to let her go. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
He had to.
Without taking his eyes away from her, he told the doctors he would do it. They brought him a clipboard with papers to sign, and he scribbled his initials wherever they pointed without Чтение the words. They were all blurry anyway.
His gaze still never faltered as the doctors, silent now, moved around the room playing with buttons and switches and cords. Through the miles between him and them, he heard them mumble something about “two минуты или less,” something about “she’s not in pain now.”
“Is it too much to remember the first time I met you?” he сказал(-а) as he knelt by her side, his face close to hers, drinking in all the details of her features. “It was at my cousin’s wedding, remember? Ты were the maid of honor, I was the best man. We were all so happy then.” His voice cracked a little, but he took a deep breath and kept going, his voice barely a whisper. “So happy. It should never have ended. May I say I loved Ты more?”
Suddenly she blinked and rose momentarily from her drug-induced daze. Her eyes cracked open and looked directly into his. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, opened then closed. She looked around at the machines, and if she hadn’t known before what exactly was going on she did then. He watched her with terror in his eyes, not able to find any еще words to say.
“It’s okay, ” she gasped, squeezing his hand, unaware of what he had just сказал(-а) to her. “But just keep breathing, darling. Keep breathing, just keep breathing.”
At that moment, because of the universe’s cruel irony, her breathing became strained and she could only take in the shallowest gulps of air. His tears fell freely now and he pulled her into his arms. He clutched her close to his chest, thinking that it should have been him instead of her, thinking that she was a sun that had seemed like it would burn forever, thinking that everything was going so very wrong. Why this? Why me? Why her? Why, why, why, why?
“I Любовь you,” she gasped, and then she was gone.
And Ты swore Ты saw me laughing, and I swore I saw Ты smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of Ты with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Энджел sent to save
He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and Бабочки and lopsided ice cream cones. Then he slid his hand down her side, from her shoulder to her hip, skimming over the indents of her body. She had gotten so thin, having Остаться в живых almost thirty pounds in the past year. She had been small to begin with, but now he could feel all of her ribs through her рубашка and her collarbone was еще pronounced than ever.
She sighed quietly, her eyelids fluttering at his touches. Her head moved slightly on his chest, and her dark hair tickled the bottom of his chin. Her thumb moved in circles on his stomach.
“I’m so afraid of forgetting,” he whispered in her ear.
“Even if Ты forget the little things, I know you’ll always remember the things that mattered the most.” Her voice was quiet, barely audible in the room full of beeping machines giving data he didn’t understand, in the hospital full of the cries of births and deaths.
“But the little things are just as important...”
She opened her eyes and moved her head to face his. The tips of their noses were less than three inches apart, and he could feel how light her breathing was. Her shallow breaths worried him.
“Do Ты remember that night when we were just sixteen, and Ты snuck into my room that first night? Do Ты remember how the fireflies lit up the world as Ты whispered that Ты loved me?”
He smiled. “And we laid there for hours after, Ты and me in the dark, like time was endless and we were the only ones that mattered.” The grin on his face faded, and she saw the pain in his eyes as he was brought back to the reality that their time left together wasn’t as infinite as they had both once believed.
She laid a hand on his cheek. “We’ll only be apart for such a short while, darling.”
“It’s not just a short while, not for me.” The words seemed to choke him; his voice was strained and his jaw clenched and unclenched several times.
“I know it will seem long, but forever is much longer.”
He closed his eyes against her hand and tried to глотать, ласточка his pain, but they were still so young and their heads had been full of such brilliant and promising dreams. She had wanted to go to medical school and become a surgeon, they were going to hitchhike across the states, she was going to learn how to watercolor and sculpt, he was going to get a record deal for his band and Показать her the world. They had made so many different plans over the years, made countless lists of the things they wanted to do and the places they wanted to visit. They laughed as they toasted the future and arranged their hopes in orders of importance. They swore that they would prove everyone who had ever doubted them wrong.
But none of that was ever going to happen now.
She rolled onto her other side and he tightened his arms around her to pull her closer, so her back was pressed against his front. He breathed in her scent, committing it to memory. He absolutely terrified of wasting a single moment of their time left together. Her clock was running out, and he was scared, so very scared.
“Anyone else,” he said, “I just wish it had been anyone else.” He buried his face in her hair.
“I don’t regret anything though,” she told him. “Everything we’ve done, we’ve done together. All of our laughs and our fights, our Рождество moments and Thanksgiving disasters... They all mean so much to me.” She paused a moment. “Darling, I know that now the time we have left could be counted on my fingertips, but Ты were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Ты know that, right? I remember,” she сказал(-а) with a small smile, “the first дата we went on, a picnic on the beach. I remember we ran in the surf and I thought, ‘This is what it means to live.’ Ты showed me the world, and I’m so very thankful I met you.”
“And here I thought Ты were the one who taught me everything.”
“I guess we taught each other.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. “Aren’t Ты scared though?”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because... I don’t know. No one knows what comes next. What if it’s just... nothing? A whole lot of nothing? What if it’s dark and lonely?”
“Maybe I’m a little scared, but I know that whatever waits for me on the other side, I can take it.” She smiled. “And I won’t be lonely, because I’ll have-”
Suddenly she stopped, and her back arched against the hospital bed. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape as well.
“What’s happening?” he сказал(-а) fearfully, bolting upright.
A small, strange gurgling sound came from her throat.
This is it, a voice in the back of his head whispered. This is the end you’ve been dreading for so long. She’s leaving, she’s leaving, she’s leaving.
“Doctor!” he yelled, jumping from the постель, кровати and darting into the hospital corridors. Patients, visitors, and staff turned to look at him with sad eyes. They too knew what was coming next. They knew the pattern.
“Help her!” he pleaded to the two doctors and three nurses that came racing down the hall. He followed them into the room, no longer able to hold in his tears at the sight of her in so much pain.
Her hands gripped the rails of the постель, кровати so hard her knuckles were right, and her face was contorted into a look of such horrible pain. The staff buzzed around her, checking machines and pushing needles into her IV. He didn’t know what was going on until they brought in the crash тележка, корзина as she flat-lined, until they pressed the charges to her chest again and again, until one of the nurses turned to him with the most sympathetic look he’d ever seen.
Then, somehow, the little red line spiked. There was a beep and a spike. Another, and another. But when she opened her eyes and sucked in a mouthful of air, her features again twisted into a look of pure pain.
“What’s happening?” he asked, going over to her and taking one of her hands in both of his. “Tell me what’s going on,” he сказал(-а) as bent over her, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“We’ve revived her for now, but her kidneys have already failed, her heartbeats are irregular, and her now her lungs are going. We could put her on a respirator for a few years, but at this point that would only prolong the pain. или we could... let her go.”
He gazed down at her, and it hurt him that she was hurting so badly. Her wild eyes found his and he knew what she wanted him to do. He knew, but it was so hard to speak the words to let her go. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
He had to.
Without taking his eyes away from her, he told the doctors he would do it. They brought him a clipboard with papers to sign, and he scribbled his initials wherever they pointed without Чтение the words. They were all blurry anyway.
His gaze still never faltered as the doctors, silent now, moved around the room playing with buttons and switches and cords. Through the miles between him and them, he heard them mumble something about “two минуты или less,” something about “she’s not in pain now.”
“Is it too much to remember the first time I met you?” he сказал(-а) as he knelt by her side, his face close to hers, drinking in all the details of her features. “It was at my cousin’s wedding, remember? Ты were the maid of honor, I was the best man. We were all so happy then.” His voice cracked a little, but he took a deep breath and kept going, his voice barely a whisper. “So happy. It should never have ended. May I say I loved Ты more?”
Suddenly she blinked and rose momentarily from her drug-induced daze. Her eyes cracked open and looked directly into his. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, opened then closed. She looked around at the machines, and if she hadn’t known before what exactly was going on she did then. He watched her with terror in his eyes, not able to find any еще words to say.
“It’s okay, ” she gasped, squeezing his hand, unaware of what he had just сказал(-а) to her. “But just keep breathing, darling. Keep breathing, just keep breathing.”
At that moment, because of the universe’s cruel irony, her breathing became strained and she could only take in the shallowest gulps of air. His tears fell freely now and he pulled her into his arms. He clutched her close to his chest, thinking that it should have been him instead of her, thinking that she was a sun that had seemed like it would burn forever, thinking that everything was going so very wrong. Why this? Why me? Why her? Why, why, why, why?
“I Любовь you,” she gasped, and then she was gone.
this is a Фан fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
или a new place
или even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
или a new place
или even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for Ты to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Ты with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Остаться в живых within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Любовь be tamed? No
Любовь is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Ты dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for Ты to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering Ты with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Остаться в живых within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can Любовь be tamed? No
Любовь is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do Ты dare to play a fire's game??