Mack stood at the
window and gazed across the field. The sun had broken through the clouds and cast
an almost angelic glow upon the waving grass. He wished he had his camera with
him so he could capture the moment forever, but it had been broken three weeks
ago when—
“Hey.”
He turned and his heart
skipped a beat as Aaron walked into the room. Even after all this time the mere
sight of him still made Mack’s pulse quicken and his breath hitch in his
throat.
“Hey yourself,” Mack
replied softly, watching as Aaron lowered his muscled frame into the chair, his
gaze downcast, avoiding looking directly at Mack.
He knew this was hard
for Aaron. How could it not be? It wasn’t exactly easy for him either. But
there was no other choice. The decision had already been made—this was the only
way it could end.
“I'm sorry about last
night,” Aaron's mumbled, lips curved in a rueful smile. “You always said I was
the mature one—not. I guess I’ve proved you right in more ways than one over
the last few weeks.”
“Aaron—”
“This is so hard, man.”
Aaron cut him off. “I wish you’d just tell me what I'm supposed to say.” He ran
a hand through his hair, which looked as though it could do with a wash and
Mack frowned as he noted Aaron still wore yesterday's clothes. Not that he
would say anything. After all, wasn’t he the cause of Aaron’s pain?
“We both know this is
the right thing, the only thing to do,”
Mack murmured. He wanted to kiss him so badly but knew he couldn't, not now.
Aaron clasped his hands
together between his knees and his hazel eyes filled with tears. His voice cracked
when he began to speak and the sound of it broke Mack’s heart.
“I know this is the
right thing, I do,” Aaron said, throat thick with emotion he could no longer
hold back. “But I thought we were gonna make it, you know? We were supposed to
be together forever.”
“Me too,” Mack
whispered. “But we can't… not now.” Mack laid his cheek against the top of
Aaron's head and his heart swelled as Aaron leaned into his touch. They stayed
like that for a few minutes then Mack took a deep breath and moved away, back
to the window.
“Come on, Al,” Mack
urged. “It’s all on you now. You can do this.”
The tears ran freely
down Aaron’s face but Mack felt a surge of pride as Aaron stood up and squared
his shoulders before he closed the distance between them.
Oh
God. This is it. We're really gonna do this. It was hard to
swallow past the lump in his own throat at Aaron’s approach.
“I will always love you.”Aaron
took his hand and bent to press a tender kiss to Mack’s lips.
“And I you,” Mack whispered,
blinking back the tears.
He watched the scene
from the window as Aaron sank back onto the plastic hospital chair, his
shoulders shaking with the force of his grief. Mack watched as his and Aaron's
families filed slowly into the room, the doctor close behind them.
Mack stared at himself
in the bed—wishing he could feel Aaron's fingers on his as the doctor turned
off the machine that had kept his heart pumping since the accident three weeks
ago. When it was done the doctor silenced the continuous beep and Mack’s
stomach tightened at the weight of the hand on his shoulder. But his fear was
short-lived when he was soothed by the gentle voice and soft smile of the
elderly woman beside him as she took his hand. He cast one more glance at Aaron
and felt their love wash through him.
One day they’d meet
again, but now it was his time to say goodbye.
Thank you, this is great.
ReplyDeleteWow. Now I'm crying. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, in a doesn't it suck sad sort of way
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, in a doesn't it suck sad sort of way
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