You know how they say time freezes and your whole life runs by your eyes when you’re dying? So apparently it happens when you watch the ones you love die in front of your eyes as well. All those years of having Jessica in his life flashed through Andy’s eyes as he watched her drop down to the ground. All the ups and downs, all that they were and ever had, years of friendship, a beautiful marriage… all these things he thought have ended before the game, when actually the real ending was now. The ending you can’t come back from. Andy kneeled down on the floor next to her, he looked at her with tears in his eyes as she babbled goodbyes at all the people around. Honestly, that probably made it even worse, the pain, the death. Andy knew her well enough to know she wasn’t going to fight this, she wasn’t a fighter and this was no exception. saying goodbye… she gave up. ”Don’t say that. Fight. Please… you can’t…” he muttered quietly shaking his head, high enough for her to hear, if she was even listening, speaking as much as he managed before his voice cracked broken.
And then she turned to look at him and spoke, mentioning the time she got her tattoo. Oh how much fun Andy made of the way she screamed during it, as tiny as it was. That semicolon… in a way, it hit different now. she can stop, she can give up; but she can keep going. It’s not a full stop, it can’t be.
”Hey… think a tattoo would cover the scar?” It made no sense, but even on her deathbed she had the ability of making him smile, even if it was the smallest and most broken smile ever to exist. It hurt him to know the last thing he did was call her out and fight, she didn’t deserve that. Fcuk it, she didn’t deserve any of this, she was always too good for it, all of it. This town, this school, the people, her family, himself… she was too good for it, like a fallen angel in the disguise of a nugget.
Holding her hand not wanting to let go, Andy looked at her as she spoke, and his heart broke in his chest. ”I love you. I’m sorry…” He managed to say, She was his person, she always was, his best friend, his childhood crush, his accidental wife, his nugget. And one of the worst of things he had ever feared was knocking on the door, he was losing her. ”I’m so fcuking sorry Jess” he murmured as she moved on. Frankly, he almost forgot there were other people there, none of them mattered, not even remotely as much as the dying girl on the floor.
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