Death Doesn't Discriminate
*1995*
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief.”
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The sun sets in the west. I knew that. The sun will always fall, no matter what. She’ll fall back into the earth, where She belongs. Where She can love and live properly once again. Where She won’t see me for many more years, if I’m unlucky.
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Pomfrey came in. At least I thought it was her, but I really couldn’t be sure. I didn’t know what to think. Suddenly, a tear rolled down my cheek, but I couldn’t move to wipe it away. And then another tear, and another, and then I was sobbing and sobbing and covering my face and my damn IV kept getting in the way and someone was hushing me but I couldn’t, I couldn’t breathe…
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She couldn’t breathe in Her last moments either, apparently, So I thought I was dead, but I could feel someone’s hands on mine, maybe it was Her’s, but no… her’s were bigger and ruberier and bonier…
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They were telling me to take deep breaths, because I could and She couldn’t. But She was coming back, right? She only left for an MRI…
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My head hurt, and the lights were blinding me. I closed my eyes. I kept them closed as they brought in a birthday cake (how the bloody hell was it my birthday again? It was only a few months ago!), as the boys next door tried to talk to me, as “Share The Land” by The Guess Who pounded loudly next door. I drifted away, because nothing really mattered anymore. You were here one second, and gone the next. I learned that the hard way.
So I closed my eyes for most of the year. And I didn’t ever feel like opening them or talking again. That is, until--
Well, you already know, don’t you?