Ok Wattpad I am aware that this is going/ is published in a writing competition book, that is because I wrote it and wish to share it with my friends. So please do not use me, or take this down because I have full copyright so hah.
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Yeah so this is a short story I submitted into a writing competition earlier this year and made practically everyone so read it cry so woot woot grab le tissues yahelimoon I'm tagging you so you know where it is

I held his hand, listening to his soft breathing and the continuous beat of the heart monitor. I looked at his pale face as he turned to look at me. Once bright, blue eyes studied my features tiredly, dull and draining of life. He wrapped an arm around me, inviting me to cuddle in closer, the white sheets rippling with his movements.
We lay there in the sound of soft beeping and people hurrying past outside, our fingers interlaced, my hand on his rising chest, knowing that it won't rise for long. Fingers found their way to the chain around my neck, twisting it in loops around themselves. 

“I remember that necklace.” 

I looked up at the gentle tone of his voice, embedding it into my mind as his eyes caught the glass rose pendant. “Of course you do,” I replied, pushing back the thoughts crowding around my brain. “You gave it to me.”

“That’s right.” He smiled fondly at the memory. “I took you to see Beauty and the Beast because that’s your favourite musical. You even wore the blue dress for the occasion.”

“I loved it.” I flopped back on to the bed with a contented sigh. “Then you took me out for dinner by the river. I couldn't stop singing.”

“You’d make a far better Belle.”

“That's biased!”

His eyes sparkled. “It’s true. Hey!” He exclaimed as I smacked his arm softly.

“If I’m Belle then you have to be the Beast.”

He adopted a goofy snarl, sending us into bouts of laughter.

It almost felt as though nothing had changed. As though he had never gotten sick. It felt like when we had just started out, days full of sun and joy.

But the clouds came, and the sky opened on us.

The light atmosphere was sharply dispelled as his lungs emitted a hacking cough.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t- I-” His Adam's apple wobbled as he forced down a lump.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to be okay.”

Blue eyes pooled over and a pale hand tightened its grip on mine.

“It’ll be over soon.”

He nodded and inhaled sharply. “I don’t want to go yet. I’m not ready to.”

“You’ll be okay.” My hand cradled his head, feeling the soft brown curls for the last time as I choked back a sob. I had to be strong. I couldn’t let him suffer any more. 
“You can sleep now.”

His head tilted slowly in a nod. “Can you.. Sing? Please.”

I obliged and opened my mouth. Haunting strains filled the room, reflecting off the cold walls. My voice struggled to remain steady as his eyes closed for the last time. His chest rose one last time before his heart gave out, sending the heart monitor flatlining. Dams broke and the tears came pouring, my breaths shaking uncontrollably. I smiled bleakly through pain, knowing he would suffer no more.
Strength deserted me as I said my last goodbyes, knowing I would never see his smiling face again.

He was gone.

Forever.

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