8:11 AM
Three hours. It had taken us three hours to get back to that floor. My legs had given out at some point and he had gotten me a wheelchair. I hated those things; they reminded me of when I was a kid. I would rather walk on a broken foot…but I couldn’t find the strength so he just wheeled me down the hall. When we got to the room, I felt sick, so sick my chest started to rise and fall again.
“Liam—”
“Show me!” I wouldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it. They were going to open it and she wouldn’t be there, I knew it.
The coroner pulled out the drawer, and I stood up when she slid out the silver bed.
“AH!” I gasped out.
“I’m so sorry.” Declan held on to me as I sobbed.
“Mel? Melody!”
It was her. Just lying there. That was it? She didn’t die this way. No. We had plans and I hadn’t gotten to say goodbye…or even…I hadn’t said anything to her. “Ahh! MELODY!”
This couldn’t be real.
It was a nightmare.
“NO! Get off of me. Get off.” I shoved him and moved to her, grabbing her cold shoulders. “Melody get your ass off this table. GET UP! Wake UP! WAKE UP! You don’t die, remember? You said that you said it! SO GET THE FUCK UP!”
Nothing.
Me. Her. Everything…it equaled nothing.
TWENTY-SIX
“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
~ E.A. Bucchianeri
LIAM
DAY 3
Knock.
Knock.
“Liam? I brought you some food.”
Grabbing the lamp at the side of my bed, I threw it at the door before shifting back onto the ground, lifting the bottle back up to my lips and pressing play for the video on my tablet to start again.
“Liam, get that out of my face—I swear I’m going to hurt you.” She pushed the camera aside.
“How can you hurt a man with a face like mine?” I said, in sync with my recorded self.
She paused to think. “With a hammer, a blow torch, or safety scissors, if I’m feeling creative…”
“Let’s put that mind to better use.”
“Liam don’t! Liam! HAHA!” I tackled her to the ground, holding the camera to her face.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”