Small Gestures

Chapter 7: I will wait

Dallas's pov
Everything was a blur as I swung open the hospital doors and frantically asked the nurse witch room she was in. I bolted down the hall and looked in the window. She looked awful.

I opened the door and her mom immediately hugged me. I feared what was to come. Why? Why did she hurt herself? My heart ached as I started to break down"This is MY FAULT ISINT IT!"

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at Violet. I wasn't there for her. I couldn't stop her.

Violet's mother looked lifeless as I can only imagine what she had gone through, finding your own daughter hurting herself.

Violet looked pale and her breathing began to slow. I limped over to her and grabbed her hand."I love you Violet"

Her hands were desperately cold. Please don't go Violet. I need you.
The doctor came into the room to check on her. I was looking at the heart monitor watching the steady line on the screen. Then, I heard the worst sound possible. My heart stopped as I heard the prolonged beeeeeeeeeeeeep

Her hand went limp in my arms and I couldn't breathe. It felt like being chocked by a ghost. Violet's mother ran to me and cried into my shoulder. Violet's chest stopped moving up and down. The Love of my life is gone. I pleaded,"No no please I love you don't leave me!"

I couldn't control myself anymore, I felt my knees became weak and I felt I the ground. I wheezed in emotional pain and Violet's mother helped me up. I kissed Violet's hand as I whispered,"I love you Violet, and I always will."

I felt cheated. Something as pure and beautiful as Violet should not have been stollen by death.

I wanted to move, but my feet wouldn't let me. I let sadness control my body. I had to be carried out into Violet's mothers car.

She lost her daughter and I lost the other half of myself...

Violet's pov
When you die, after you take your last breath, your mind has seven minutes of brain activity left. Seven minutes to reply your life in a dream like sentence. Some people see the happiest moments in there life, while others see the awful moments. For some reason, I only saw Dallas

7: Regret. I could hear him screaming, screaming for me to wake up, to live. I wanted to, I really did, but no matter how hard I tried of course I couldn't. I could feel his hot tears on my hand, as he kissed it one last time. I heard the heart monitor scratch one long time. I heard my mother cry out for me, to say something, to do anything, I couldn't. I felt Dali let go and I heard him being dragged out of the room

6: Hope: I remembered when Dallas and I met, in English class. He saved me. I remember seeing him for the first time and wondering how could there be a world without him

5: Noticing: I would look forward to seeing Dallas every day in class. I would spend hours after school looking at bands and other things that fascinated him

4: The date: How special I felt when he set up the whole date just for me. When, he pulled out his guitar and played my favorite song. I love him
3: Moments: , Moments I spent staring at his gorgeous face. Getting lost in his sky blue eyes. I was his. Moments that made me fall for him harder

3: Hero: When he took my thoughts by storm and saved me from the hell I was living in.

2: Dallas: How safe I felt in his arms that could protect me forever. His hands, that gripped my waist when he wanted me. His smile that sucked me into a trance that allures me. His eyes, like traces of love and eternal light that washed over me when I gazed....And how I will never see him again.

1:Time: 7 minutes, 420 seconds and all I could think about was him. The last memory was of his face lightly touching mine in our first kiss. Timeless