Status: So, I don't save my chapters after I write them, and I finished it... And now it's all gone. I'm not ***ing writing them again, so sorry to those who were trying to read. Blame Mibba.
One Last Breath
It wasn't supposed to end like this. I was supposed to be old, wrinkling and fulfilled when I died. I wasn't supposed to be barely twenty and lying in a bed like a vegetable. I hadn't done half the things that I wanted to. What about my dreams, didn't they mean anything at all? I hadn't even gotten the chance to get married, or have the hoard of kids that I had wanted.
But I took comfort in the fact that I had his hand in mine, and that he was crying just as hard as I was for this loss.
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Noah McKnight knew about her disease, knew every single minute detail about that particular condition. Somehow, that didn't stop him from wanting to protect to, to fix her, to love her. He wasn't really sure that anything in this life could.
Not even her premature death.
But I took comfort in the fact that I had his hand in mine, and that he was crying just as hard as I was for this loss.
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Noah McKnight knew about her disease, knew every single minute detail about that particular condition. Somehow, that didn't stop him from wanting to protect to, to fix her, to love her. He wasn't really sure that anything in this life could.
Not even her premature death.