Andy's P.O.V.

It was all gone at this point. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.

Everything had gone so well up until this point. We had fun together, we were lovers. We were inseparable. I guess I should have told her.

The past few weeks I hadn't been feeling well, it was a sickening feeling. My head had been spinning in the nighttime and I didn't know what I was doing anymore. Countless nights had I spent awake, sweating. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't dare to go to the doctors, knowing that it might set me back. Instead, I had resorted to painkillers to relieve the feeling that I was drowning, and it had worked. Until now. Now, it was all fucked.

I could still feel everything. Before going to the hospital, I had felt her arms wrap around me, and I had felt her warm tears fall against my skin. Oh the grief I had caused her, and all the pain she had caused me. I guess it would all end with a bang. Old Andy would have his final strike to break her. But the new Andy loved her. I didn't want to break her. It just happened.

Could time repair the damage I had made to her? I hoped so.

The ride to the hospital had been silent. I wanted to calm her, to kiss her and to tell her all that had happened. I was incredibly sick, I didn't know with what though. Right before going climbing, I had taken lots and lots of painkillers, to get rid of it all. Secretly, I just wanted to end it all. But I didn't want to end her.

It felt as if I was trapped in my own shell, not able to move. The guilt she must have felt was killing me. She needed to know that this wasn't her fault at all, it was all me. I was stupid.

In my head, I tried figuring out the right words to say, knowing that I would never be able to say them, ever. I was dying.

The sounds were hurting my eardrums. I started dreaming, hallucinating. Seeing visions of her and me, married, old, with kids. I could see us being together forever.

Dying was painful. It was nothing but painful.

Then it all came. It was all sudden.

I could feel my heart stop. I could feel my blood stop rushing. My senses giving out one final time. Visions turning to black, not leaving as much as a trace. Before the hearing gave out, I could hear a long tune, a beep if you will. Noise.

I knew I was dead at this point. I knew I wouldn't wake up. I knew I couldn't tell her it was all gonna be okay. Death was selfish, but it was relieving. I knew that I had died a very lucky man.

I had died the luckiest man on earth, because I had found the love of my life.

Notes

Short update, I know. Just to make it clear. I will not end the story here. I will maybe take a short hiatus on a few days, vacation and brainstorming. If anyone wants good music to listen to while reading and capture the writing mood I was in I suggest "Still Sitting Tight" by Apologies, I have none. Yeah, I know, I really love that band.

Does anybody still enjoy the story? I would love to hear! Comments keep me going!

There will be more to the story. Sorry it got so depressing. It will be more joyous in the near future, promise

Thanks for reading!