"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."
ask memes – dying sentence starters
☁︎ –– sen offers a breathy laugh, immediately wincing at the sharp PAIN that shot through her side at the action. she’d escaped death hundreds, maybe even thousands of times but it seemed she’d run out of luck. right when she found a reason to live, or rather, a person to live FOR, death had come to whisk her away. wasn’t it ironic? how she’d spent years praying for the serenity that came with death, but her wish was only granted once she’d STOPPED asking for it. sitting up further onto the pillows, her brown hues take in the brightness of the hospital room before stopping at her girlfriend, immediately hating the SORROW that had taken over the other’s features. ❝ grace, baby, don’t look so sad. ❞ her voice only reaches a hoarse whisper and it’s at that moment that her own positive aura falters, reaching out to hold the other’s hand.
people say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes but the only images painted in her mind were those of grace; grace smiling, grace laughing, grace flushing when sen said something dirty–– and sen’s favorite, grace sleeping in her arms. it was weird, she knew it was, to watch someone sleep but grace always looked so peaceful, something sen often found herself jealous of. shifting herself to the side of her hospital bed, sen pats the space beside her, wanting grace to join her. ❝ wanna hold you. ❞ and when grace finally manages to get into the bed ( bless her tiny-ness, sen would miss that too ), she’s surprised to find herself wrapped in the other’s arms. it wasn’t… a TERRIBLE feeling, like she’d expected it to be, and she could see why grace liked it now. resting her head on the other’s chest, the mercenary ( well, retired mercenary now ) sighs. this was the last time this would happen. EVER.
judging by how no one had come in asking for her meal choices tomorrow, the doctors didn’t expect her to make it to tomorrow. this was her LAST day, last night had been her LAST supper and this morning had been her LAST breakfast. and as cheesy as it was, sen wished she had appreciated those more, wished she had spent more time at the table with grace this morning or added dessert to their meal last night. but regret was a useless thing, especially when there was no way to change her past. ❝ hey, since i won’t need it anymore–– there’s a black duffle bag under the wood panels in the kitchen, right next to the stove. there’s money and stuff in there and you should use it, you know, to TREAT yourself. i’ve heard retail therapy is good for the soul. ❞
her breathing becomes more labored and she knows her time is growing short. ❝ just don’t buy anything boring, like socks. buy something cute, like lingerie––… you’re going to need it with whoever comes NEXT into your heart. ❞ she’d seen enough movies to make sure grace knew that sen WANTED her to move on, so she wouldn’t feel guilty when she fell in love again. even though the thought of someone else with grace fired up her possessiveness, she knew it was inevitable. ❝ i’ll love you always, okay? and i’d tell you that i’ll watch over you but we all know i’m not going to heaven s–––– ❞ her words are cut off with a loud beep that fills the room, the heart monitors jagged edges replaced by a straight, continuous line. and as grace would learn in a few moments, sen was DNR–– do not resuscitate.
