It was just another day. Me and Nathan watching the sunset on the porch. It was beautiful really it was early spring. The trees just starting to flower once more. I was 56 and Nathan was 58. Victorine was pregnant and so was Jorah's wife. Joy was only newly wed. Life was good. I was about to say something to Nathan when suddenly he started twitching and coughing. I stood up quickly ignoring my aching joints.
"Nathan! Nathan! Are you okay?"
He didn't reply. He was syill twitching and barely breathing. A stroke.
"Jorah! Jorah! Help. Get the car!" I screamed. Luckily Jorah was there visiting with his wife. We carried Nathan to the mustang and drove like hell while i whispered to Nathan in the back what he told me a long long time ago.
"Dont die on me Nathan please."
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We rushed him to the ICU. Where he was plugged into life support. Insaw his feeble heartbeat in the monitor. Barely moving just enough to see that he was alive. He motioned for me to come close.
"Mary." He called weakly.
"Im here. Im here." I replied crying, gripping his hand.
"Mary. Don't blame yourself okay? It's alright. I'm afraid that this might be the last day i have. Maybe two pr three if fate will be kind." He said fading into unconsciousness.
"Nathan no please dont say that. Dont die on me." I begged him.
"I wont die on you Mary. I already did die for you remember." That was the last thing he said. I crie and prayed to God to give me one more day with him. I gripped his hand as if to not let anyone supernatural or not to take him away from me. I fell asleep crying my heart out.
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"Mary." I herd a familiar voice call weakly. I opened my eyes not daring to believe it but i saw Nathan smiling at me.
"Oh Nathan thank God." I sobbed.
"Mary i dont have much time. I really don't. You need to listen to me carefully. Find our old scrapbook. Read it from cover to cover. Mary all you need to know will be there. I want you not to blame yourself. No matter what you read there. I love you Mary. My little wishing girl." He said.
"Nathan please don't leave me. Im begging you. I dont know what to do without you." I sobbed.
He smiled and stroked my fave. "Dont worry. I had it all planned out. Ever since the accident i planned everything down to this point." He coughed and weezed and his heartbeat went dangerously low.
"What do you mean? Nathan please dont go i love you." I cried.
"Find the scrapbook. Please." He coughed once more sending his heart into a critical pace nirses and doctors came in.
"I love you Mary. Remember my heart is always with you." Nathan said. Then the monitor went flat. I cried and sobbed and begged him to go back. The nurses had to drag me out to revive him but i knew deep down he wont get up. The miracle was over. Today was the final day. I sobbed and felt all my children's arms around me. But i still felt cold. Empty. I just lost the first man i ever loved.
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He died on the day where he told me to find the scrapbook. My children led me back home because i was in no shape and definitely not in the state of mind to go back. The house felt empty without him. I said that i wanted to be alone and my children left. Victorine gave me a quick kiss and left with the rest. I dragged myself upstairs to our room. I almost expecte him to be there laying down on the bed welcoming me with a kiss. But i just met an empty room. A silent room. I opened our drawer and took out the scrapbook. It was thicker and much more worn. I opened it from the beginning where with every picture Nathan told a story. It tol the story of how we met how, we fell in love, how we almost died, when we were married, when we first made love our first child and the rest of the family adventures. Towards the end i saw a heartwrenching picture. It was our pisture in the snow when we were young. There was a description below. It said:
"Mary my love, my life, i love you."
I cried for hours hugging the scrapbook to my chest crying just crying for the loss. With all the sobbing and moving and shaking an an envelope dropped and i picked it up and wipe my tears. It was addressed to me. From Nathan. With shaky hands i opened it and started to read a letter from him.
It said:
"Dearest Mary,
My love, by the time you read this i would most certainly be dead. I am afraid that i have lied to you for so many years. It is a lie a beared ever since the accident. You asked who's heart beats inside you. It wasn't just anyone, it wasnt a donor nor is it a spare. It was mine. Ever since then you literally had my heart. What really happened that night aas when the car exploded, shrapnel blew out. Many hit me and as you know one tore through me narrowly missing my heart but hit yours. It was like a cosmic joke to me. Why did you have to die and i had to live? So i did everything i could to not let that happen i lifted you to the car and i drove ignoring the stabs and fragments of steel still stuck into me. I drove like hell and as you know had police in tow. I alled my father to bring the heart. The machine heart. That machine heart beats inside me. You were supposed to receive it but you wouldn't survive it so i told them to take mine so you could live. Justso you could live. I gave my heart to you the woman i truly loved with all my heart and soul. Im sorry if i kept this from you but i knew if i told you, you would never forgive me. You would never look me in the eye again. You would blame yourself. By now you probably are. I kept it from you because I can't near to watch that happen. To let guilt eat you from yhe inside. It was just last month when I recieved a phone call that tells me that my heart the machine one is in a fragile state that it would only take one stroke to kill me. I knew that i had to say goodbye to you and to Victorine, to Jorah, and to our little Joy. I knew that i would probably never meet any of my grandchildren. It broke my heart but everytime i see you i am reminded of what my sacrifice bought. Happiness. My last wish is for you to forgive me for lying
To you all these years. But most importantly forgive yourself. It was my decision to hive my heart to you. I did it because a life without you would be a dull and colorless life. A lifelong torture. Every day that i woke up to i am reminded of what we built. Our love and life was happy. Everything that i wanted and needed was already there. You were the reason for me to keep living back when we were young. Now it's you and our kids. So imagine tjis as my final gift to you. Imagine our house when we first lived in it. Imagine our song playing through the air. Imagine me sitting in the swing beneath the trees by the stream. And finally imagine me waiting for you, the love of my life. I'll be waiting just like old times. So Mary, take your time my love. You have my heart. Go and live your life. I love you Mary, always. I love you my little wishing girl."
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Cuts and Romance
Teen FictionThis is the first i wrote, so judgement is appreciated and tips welcomed. Simple description: cliche in a way. Utterly sentimental. And possibly... Great? Mary saw a lot of bad stuff. She gets bullied and her parents are on the verge of divorce and...
