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Conner

He lay on his bed, his heart aching and his cheeks wet with tears.

He had done this to her, it was his fault, he was such a jerk, she had every right to hate him--

So why did he feel so judged?

He wiped away his tears as best he could. He was a man. Men weren't supposed to cry. He'd...he'd just call one of his friends to do something.

He collapsed back on the bed. Fuck that. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured her, laying in that bed, her face turned away from him as she pleaded with him to leave. He had hurt her, so many times, and each time he tried to help her he only hurt her more. He felt sure that if he looked down, he would see his heart bursting in a thousand tiny pieces through his chest.

His phone rang again. God, he hated cell phones sometimes. He pulled it out, sighing a sigh of exasperation. He didn't recognize the number, just that it was local. He was tempted to not answer it, but finally he flipped it open and said, "Hello?"

"Is this..." There was a long pause. "Conner?"

His heart dropped. "Yes?"

The man continued, his voice suddenly brisk and businesslike. "Conner, we have a patient here by the name of Felicia who would like to see you." He lowered his voice and Conner hated his consoling tone. "She's not doing very well. We don't know..." The man took a deep breath. "Well, to be honest, we don't know if she'll make it through the day."

Conner swallowed hard. "I'll be right over," he tried to say, but the lump in his throats blocked his words, and he shoved his phone in his pocket as he ran downstairs.

Lish

Her head hurt so much. Everything hurt. But most of all...most of all, her heart hurt.

She was ready for it to be over. But before it happened, she had to fix this with Conner. She couldn't go and leave him thinking she'd hated him.

This time, when the door swung open to reveal him, she couldn't even turn her head to look at him. Her body was tired, and her soul was tired, but she reached out a hand to him and he took it. Through her weary eyes, she could see his own filled with tears.

"Lish," he whispered. "Oh, my God."

"Shh," she murmured. "Please, don't talk. I...I have to tell you something."

"Okay," he said quietly, stroking her hand as tears splashed onto his lap, and she watched them, mesmerized, before continuing.

She opened her mouth. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she knew that she wanted it to mean something. Finally, she just said, in a voice that radiated love and hope and every emotion, "I love you so much, Conner."

He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head on her stomach. She raised the hand that wasn't holding his own and stroked his hair gently. "Don't be sad when I'm gone, Conner," she whispered, her lips brushing gently against his temple.

"Don't say that," he choked. "Please don't say that, Lish. You're going to make it. You're going to beat this. I know you will."

But with each word he spoke, she could feel her heartbeat slowing, and finally, just before everything faded, she felt his lips brush lightly against hers, mingling with the taste of his tears.

So I'm pretty sure you all hate me for the ending. But...if it makes you feel any better, I'm practically crying just writing it. I'll have a new story up within the week; message me if you're interested in reading it. Love, Jen