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Unshed Tears
By Nevaeh Lee

 


Authors note: This story is complete fiction. It's all made up. Please do not sue me!

Franks POV

I was sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding his hand. There hadn't been much if any improvement in the last month. I didn't think something like pneumonia could do this to a person but I was proved wrong.

The doctor hadn't given him any medicine until the nurses begged her too. Unfortunatly the medicine wasn't going to save him.

Around a week ago he stopped talking to anyone and just stared up at the ceiling. I wondered what he could be thinking about, but I never found out.

The day that he passed was a beautiful day. The sky was so blue and the sun was so warm. Everyone I saw seemed to be filled with life, yet I was filled with nothing. That morning the doctor called to tell me that he was going fast and I needed to get there soon to say good bye.

I took my time leaving our house. I felt lost and confused, not quite sure what to do. I'm sure most people would be crying but I felt numb. The only love of my life was dying, yet I felt no pain.

Do I even have a heart? I thought to myself. I realize now it was dying right along with him.

Once I was at the hospital, I went slowly to his room. I sat in my usual seat and held his hand. I didn't know what to say. Could he even hear me?

"I don't know if you can even hear me, but I need to tell you some things. I love you so much. you are my only love and I promise to you that no one else in this world can ever take your place."

I took a deep breath waiting for the tears but none ever came. I continued with my last word to him.

"You have went through enough of this and it's okay for you to let go now. I can make it on my own. You have held on for me, I know you have...."

I was interuped by nurses coming in to check up on him and to turn him on his other side. I walked out of the room just to get my thoughts together and to figure out what I was going to say to him next.

I watched the nurses take his vital signs and carefully move him into a different position.

When I went back in the room I took my seat once again. I noticed right off something wasn't right. His legs were starting to twich and his eyes were moving underneath his eyelids. I grabbed his hand knowing this was finally it and braced myself.

He arched his back and started screaming that something was attacking him. I panicked, I just didn't know what else to do.

I ran out of the room towards the nurses station screaming my lungs out trying to get someone in there to help.

No one came. It was as if no one could hear me. My silent screams were doing nothing for him. I walked back into the room and just looked at his still and lifeless body. He wasn't alive anymore. I should be crying, or at least showing some signs of greif, but I just stared with an expressionless face.

The nurses came after a while and took his body away. They then led me to a room where I could greive alone, but I felt no sadness. I was just cold as ice, simply shocked.

That night as I left the hospital I once again noticed what a beautiful day it was. It was that time of day when it isn't quite dark, but it isn't light either. My favorite time of the day.

When I went to bed that night I thought about Gerard and all the happy times we had together. I was still expecting tears but not a one ever came. Now eight years later I still haven't shed a one.

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This story is based on a real one, I just used Frank and Gerard to portray the story. It never really happened to them. It happened to me. I hope you enjoyed it and please review.

 

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