The End
He imagined her bursting through the door at any moment to chastise him for snooping in her private business. Nothing had changed. The room was covered in piles of clothes and stacks of papers. The window which she kept open no matter what, was letting in the smell of rain on the pavement. It took him a while to realize that she wouldn’t becoming in this room ever again.
He collapsed to the ground, his body shaking with sobs. He couldn’t feel his heart anymore, he knew he was alone again, but this time was different. He had found his other half, and it had been ripped from him. He stayed there, in a tiny sobbing ball on her bedroom floor until it grew dark and rain had started to fall from the skies again. His throat was hoarse, his face raw and red, his eyes though not filled with tears anymore, adopted a look that made him appear lost, and empty. Now his emotion had ebbed away again, he resolved to do what he came her to do.
He heaved himself off the floor, and walked, face set, over to her desk. He sat in the chair and picked up her well worn journal. He smiled a melancholy smile as he recalled all the times he had watched her write in it and all the times he had begged to read it. Now that he was about to read her journal, he would have given anything to be happily ignorant watching her inscribe her thoughts as they came to her. Taking a deep breath he opened,what she described as the key to her mind. The first entry was dated a week before she..she..he blocked this thought out of his mind and directed his attention to the entry.
February 10th
I found out something today that I’m not sure I can tell him. I went to the doctor for my checkup, and in addition to finding out my condition has worsened….I’m pregnant. I don’t want to tell him because I know I am detierating, which I can tell is killing him as much has it is me. I think telling him there is a possibility of a child, which will never be, would send him over the edge. I hurting me too, but I have come to terms with my rapidly approaching demise, but he hasn’t. It’s just too much for him. I won’t tell him. He doesn’t ever need to know, I don’t want to cause any more pain for him, I just don’t kn—
He stopped reading. His hastily taped together world crashed around him yet again. He had been so close to being having everything. He walked to the window lost in thought. The next thing he knew was the feeling of the rain pelting his skin, a burst of pain, and total darkness.
