Kissing the Concrete

I couldn't kiss him, even though I wanted to, because of an oxygen mask covering his perfect lips.

The machines keeping Andy alive seemed to be working harder than ever, and despite the fact that the sepsis should be cured rather easily, he was far from his normal health. Something else must be wrong, but right now, that doesn't matter. Only a few hours for him to live left, then I would be alone.

Andy's parents had arrived early in the morning, about 8 a.m. and I still refused, to sleep, despite Chris promising that he would wake me up when they were going to turn of the machines, eventually bringing Andy's death. It felt unfair, the situation we had been put in as a couple, but I guess life isn't fair. Hope for a miracle was the one thing keeping me from breaking down, but I knew that it most likely would be useless.

A couch became my saviour, as I finally decided to give in when the Biersacks demanded that I slept. I guess that a sense of controll, combined with pure and utter tiredness from the emotional roller coaster I had gone through, was the reason I actually could drift of to the dreaming realm. While there, all I could see was clear skies opening up for me, imagery of happiness and a feeling that I was in heaven flowing through my mind. A pair of wings almost hit me, and I was thrown on the soft, dreamy ground. Turns out, it was an angel, and that angel was Andy. Even in dreams, I couldn't escape him. Maybe I never would. The thought that he was practically dead and doomed though made me feel sad inside.

I was shaken. Litterally, since that was the very moment when Chris woke me up.

It was time.

For what seemed like the millionth time this month, I was bawling again. The emotional pain he had caused me was awful on so many levels that I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Guess this was his final strike as a tormentor. To forever haunt me as the dream boy I couldn't get, because he was gone.

It was a moment I would never forget.

The paramedics moved so quickly that I barely could notice what was happening, as the love of my life was unhooked from every single machine that was keeping him alive. I held Amy's hand in a grip so tight it could almost crush it, but she was holding mine just as tight.

"I love him so much." I whispered, between the tears.

"I know dear. I do to." Amy said. Chris laid him hand on my back, and I felt as if I had family. This was my new home, my life after Andy.

I closed my eyes, awaiting the long beeping sound that I was expecting from the machine eventually. Any second, any second.

The automatic defibrillator was finally unhooked, and this was supposed to be it. This was when his heart was supposed to give in.

I opened my eyes expecting to see a flat line, even though no beep was heard. But to my surprise, there were still creases visible on the heart monitor.

His heart refused to stop beating.

Notes

So, this is when I tell you about my tendecies to kill of my characters in my stories, hehe. But I decided to go a different route this time, maybe it's for the best so I have material other than a description of a funeral.

The title of this chapter is from a song I wrote a few days back that I am extremely satisfied with. Irrelevant information, I know, but I just wanna get that out there.

Now, I am no medicinal expert. I usually do my research to make stuff accurate, but as I am majorily busy right now, I decided to skip it in order to get the story across and keep it interesting.

I feel like I am ruining this vacation for everyone. I'm working on a debate case all the time, taking short breaks (that I shouldn't be taking, because I have a lot to do) to write this story. But I do it because this story is my baby, and like a baby, it needs nurturing. I love it, and I am glad that you enjoy it as much as I do.