Chapter 43: In Which I See

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The sky is so tragically beautiful. 

A Graveyard of stars. 

I can't move

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I can't move.

My head is laid on the table, resting there because I know its near.

I've watched this with mother.

Mother.

It's been so long since I've thought of her.

But now I know what she went through.

The pain.

The fear.

Oh mother.

I close my eyes and think of Alto.

I wish I could see him.

Alto.

Alto.

Where are you.

I hear his voice.

Calling and crying for me.

"Fayette."

It's rough.

Deep.

Yet raw.

Full of pain.

Full of sorrow.

My poor Alto.

Leaving him so soon.

"Fayette."

I open my eyes and see him standing there.

One of the side effects to the disease had been hallucinations.

Affecting the mind to trick it into seeing what it wanted.

Sometimes mother would have conversations with father, while I stared blankly on, watching as she talked to an empty space.

"Alto."

I cry the word out, tears coming now.

Maybe the disease had been a blessing.

Because I knew- from the beginning- that I was going to die here.

But at least now I could see him.

I can feel his hands on me.

The heat has me smiling, gasping.

How wonderful.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe this is the end.

I'm feeling him now, more than ever, close to me.

"Fayette please."

Crying.

My Alto was crying.

I frown at that.

I wanted my dream Alto to be happy.

But I would take whatever I could get at this point.

"Omygosh."

Wait.

Was that Lizzy?

I try sitting up but it's too much for me.

A hallucination.

It will pass soon.

Instead I take in the voices of my loved ones as they fill the room.

"The bodies, I can't believe...omygosh Fayette..."

"She needs to get out of here. Now."

My hallucinations were rescuing me.

I smile at the thought.

An unfamiliar male voice fills my ears.

"Where is Jasmine?"

"Down here, come on."

Yasmine! I heard Yasmine!

Then I feel that burning sensation on my skin as the hallucination of Alto reaches and grabs me.

"My Fayette."

He's sobbing.

Sobbing as he carries me.

I feel my body, hanging limp and unsupported.

Maybe I had fallen from the table?

Maybe I was now hanging on the chair, dangling?

But that heat was still there.

Heat from Alto.

As he continued to carry and whisper my name.

"Fayette my sunshine. Fayette my love. Hold on. Hold on."

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