#notaheroadam

[thesemibrightestbrit]

Morning, Sunrise, Open My Eyes // Adam and Gretchen

The day was fresh, crisp with the scent of autumn. Around the city, there were trees with every shade of red, orange, and yellow imaginable clinging to their branches. The same colours floated and flitted to the ground, clumping around the bases of their trunks.

Gretchen had awoken that day, a cool breeze from the window helping her to wake, and gone about her usual morning business. She'd given herself the day off, and had been planning on spending it lounging in her pajamas. That passed, however, as she couldn't quite find it in her to stay still. Her feet itched to move, her eyes burned to see the city, and her tongue yearned an abnormal amount to taste food from an outdoor vendor. A Chicago style hot dog, to be specific. Maybe with some blue cheese shavings....

She frowned as she realized that she was having cravings again. Her hand slid over her stomache, pressing gingerly into the small bump that was only just visible. Stop that, she urged herself, and quite possibly the child in her, too.

With a shake of her head, she grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter, sent Adam a text to meet her downtown in forty five minutes, and dressed herself in a loose, gray t-shirt that lowered itself just below the pockets of her red shorts. After that, she was off on her way. 

She'd been meaning to tell him. Him being Adam, that is. She'd been meaning to tell him for awhile. Because the only three options she provided for herself were to tell him, to... rid herself of the two month old fetus, or to get Adam out of the picture and never let him know. Originally, she'd planned on doing the third option, seeing as how telling him might enstate insane ideas - like moving in together. The simple thought of that brought a grimace to her face. But with some secure warnings from her siblings, she'd decided against that. And the second option was... it was hardly an option to Gretchen. She wouldn't abort the child. That seemed an awful decision. So she'd only the first option.

As she rounded a corner, she rest herself against a brick wall and waited for Adam.

[sassyrainbows]

Who's Adam?

He’s my friend, anon.

[thesemibrightestbrit]

Goodbye - because I'm a bitch and there are too many feels!!

(( You’re a kjadhgkjdag you’re a buttface. akjhgf here come Gretchen sobs.Just gonna pretend like this is a little in the future, guys, cause right now, while Gretchen would be upset that someone that seemed like a friend was passing away, she wouldn’t be as nearly hurt as she would be later. ))

Her strides weren’t long enough, the elevator too far and too slow, her pace not quick enough, too many people about - none of it was to her frantic liking. Her breath came in quiet, uneven gasps and pants.

The elevator doors pinged open, she walked in, they closed,opened again, and then Gretchen was storming down the hallway, frenzied eyes flicking back and forth at room numbers. 

Speed, speed, speed - it seemed the only thing she could rely on at the moment, and even then, how much could she rely on it? She’d have to become tired at some point.

Some point never came as a rush of adrenaline filtered through her body; her eyes had lit upon the room number she’d been told to go to. Antsy feet guided her through the entrance and right up to the bed where Adam lay, his face sickeningly white, body inhumanly fragile, eyes tragically sunk.

Taking in his condition in horror, the petite brunette brought a trembling hand to her mouth and kneeled down beside him, quivering violently in an attempt to repress the enormous, heaving sobs threatening to burst through her chest.

Her meek, pale lips opened into an ‘O’ before she managed to whisper out an, ‘Adam’ then went right back to staring in terror and fear. His head turned, eyes addressing her.“Gretchen,” he mumbled, head feebly shaking, a smile nearly appearing on his face, “Don’t. I’m fine.”

She huffed in disbelief at him, the expression of concern turning to that of vehement disagreement. “You’re not fine,” she hissed in response, gesturing towards his body and the equipment everywhere about him, as though she needed to prove her point.

He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in swift resignation. “I suppose you’re right,” he sighed out, voice almost inaudible.

There was a momentary pause, a brief silence, before:“Adam, if you die on me - not if. No, don’t die on me. If not for yourself, for me? Think about the state I’ll be put into if you do. Think about the guilt and devas-” She was cut off as Adam raised a hand to silence her.

“It isn’t your fault, so don’t beat yourself up over another death.” The lack of energy in his tone brought a whimper out of Gretchen.“You couldn’t have done anything to get rid of my cancer - I had doctors trying, and last time I checked, your weren’t specializing in some sort of medical major. Don’t feel guilty again.”

Drawing a long, pained breath in, she nodded without any form of hesitation whatsoever. As she dropped her head on his cot in exhaustion, her thoughts were wild, throwing themselves about her mind, hitting their confines in harsh thrusts.

A hand, Adam’s hand, had sidled down to her’s, wrapping itself loosely around her; a sad smile found its way to her face.

Some time passed as they both remained stone-still like that, making conversation in Adam’s final hours… and when his final seconds came, Gretchen was prepared; or rather, as prepared as she could be.

His heart monitor made a loud ~bleep~ and a wretching noise reverberated in his throat. Reaching a hand to gently cup his cheek, Gretchen locked her eyes on his, those sad, sad eyes that stocked the emotion of all her twenty-four years within them.

Pain shot through her as she saw the light in Adam spark, and then flicker out, and he went limp,leaving Gretchen to her silent, lonesome weeping. Alone, again.Despairingly alone. 

[lucymgreen]

notahero-adam

"Hello." Lucy greeted, offering a polite smile while she waved her hand. "My name is Lucy. Lovely to meet you."

[consultingsister-archive]

+notahero-adam

It was finally heating up in London, after months of snow Cecelia could finally pull out her designer sunglasses and not look like a complete fool. But that also meant she had swapped morning coffee for morning smoothie which did not give her the same quick energy boost, cause a couple problems when it came to remembering things. "Sorry, have you seen a white Iphone 5... I may of left it at your table..." she said to the stranger, avoiding more people who were coming into the coffee shop.