F•A•S•T//r.s.l.❣

3.5

Two Weeks Later

It were a tough couple of weeks, but, there was a sense of accomplishment.

A few days after Athena finally forgave me, she took herself to the hospital, deciding to spend her last days there as she was no longer capable of living without machine support.

The whole compound felt the impact of her absence. Doctors tried everything but, it was too late to even begin treatment; we could only put her out of her misery.

It was a gloomy day that was. We were all taken into her room along with her parents, and spent a couple of hours with her before the machines were switched off. I remember how I was distanced from the group, and she asked me to come over and sit on the bed with her. As a final wish, she asked me to hold her in my arms and sing the song I wrote for her back at St. Mary's.

We clutched each other's hands as I did so, and I couldn't help but cry the tears I forced myself to hide at that point. It only properly hit me when I could no longer feel her breath tickling my hand.

That was last week. Today, the little memorial set up at the door of her room was being removed- replaced for a gold sign on the door labelled with her name, the year she was born and this year, along with 'the latest angel'.

Nobody really knew what that meant, but it had a special meaning to her family and David. In fact, he kept that room locked up with everything she had in there- only he and her family had the key to it.

Athena's funeral was the opposite of what I expected it to be. It was sunny, it was warm and it was the most I had smiled in the last few days. Sure, there were tears but, we remember her with a smile.

F.A.S.T. bought a special area at the cemetery, which has places for her whole family. It a ghoulish thought, but it was sweet of them.

I keep her alive via the photos I have of us all and all of the dare videos of that night out we had back at St Mary's. I miss her, of course, but, she is with me and I can feel it.

I wish had been more. Who knows, right now I'd be a widower, rather than just a grieving friend. But we had our weird category at 'more than friends but not dating', and I was strangely happy with that.

I continued with my life like she asked me prior to her death. It was going to be tough, but it was do-able. She will always have a special place in me, and I hope that she is visible in my actions (if that made any sense). I just have to get started.

There was a knock at my door that pulled me out of my thoughts. Riker poked his head in. "David has a mission for you. Do I tell him to give it to somebody else"

"No"

He looked keen. "So are you in?"

And this was my wake up call from her.

I sat up, smiling. "Hell yes I am"

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