Numb Toes

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Holding the flowers between her hands, she gracefully walked down the hall rehearsing her walk down the aisle. Her wedding was supposed to be three weeks from now, the second of June, but was postponed due to the inability of the groom to attend. 

She was smiling to her supposed to be brother-in-law, picking up her pace she reached him and threw herself at him, wrapping her hands around his neck while his around her waist.  

"How did he take the news?" she asked, not at all worried that her voice was breaking.

He sighed as he shook his head, "Bad. He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't. He's been awful, he kept saying that he can't live like that."

She let out a shaky breath. "Is he awake?" 

"I don't know. I went outside an hour ago to smoke a cigarette, came back just now contemplating whether to get in or not." 

She hugged him again and rubbed reassuring circles on his back with her free hand, "It's okay he'll be fine, we'll be fine, he'll get over it." She sighed "I hope."

"I hope so too."

She clutched the door handle and looked at him, the tips of his lips quirked up in an attempted encouraging smile, "I'll be right here if you needed anything." Her response could barely be referred to as a smile, then she disappeared out of his sight, the door automatically closing behind her.

She got into the room as quietly as she could and placed the flowers at the end of his bed. She looked at his sleeping face with admiration; he was the one who owns her heart, how did he find the key? She wouldn't know. All she knew was even when she had her guard on fully all the time he had managed to break it and win his way to her heart.

She placed a soft hand on his leg to wake him up, but he remained asleep.
He had always been a heavy sleeper anyway.
Focusing on that thought kept the tears from escaping her eyes.

Moving next to him, she fitted her hand in his, he had always said that he knew they were meant to be because there hands fitted perfectly inside each other's. He wanted to show the world how they were truly a match made in heaven so whenever he could he would hold her hand and never  let go.
Those happy thoughts of their days together caused a teary smile to appear on her face, "I love you" she half whispered.

"Amelia." His hoarse voice called her name.

"Oh honey." She half cried surprised, she then bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. She pulled away holding his gaze, her face inches from his, his hand reached out to wipe a stray tear that has escaped her hazel eyes. She could feel his unsteady breath, his heart rate matching hers. "I missed you so much." She breathed, leaning in to kiss him again but he turned his head away.
Taken aback, she bolted upright, taking a deep breath and trying her best not to let her voice crack she asked, "How have you been feeling?"

A snort was what she got as an answer.

She heaved another breath, stirring her brain to find something to say to ease up the tension but found nothing. She slumped her shoulders and sat by his side on the hospital bed. She took hold of his hand and rubbed it gently. Her heart softened at the sight of his face; it held lots of emotions, many of which she couldn't decipher. She recognized sadness, hopelessness, pain. But she knew there were more, more of which he wouldn't share. She tried to smile, he has always told her her smile is contagious. She couldn't bare to see him broken. She wants the old him back. The funny, optimistic him.
He brought his other hand and opened her palm, her face broke into a smile thinking that he's trying to hold her hand and feel her touch. Little did she know what was he really doing. Not seconds had passed before she felt a cold metal in her hand.
Once she recognized what was put she felt as if someone had splashed freezing cold water on her, to say the least. Her body went rigid, jaw dropped to the floor, her heart shattered into a trillion pieces, many feelings raced through her but she couldn't catch a glimpse of any to react upon.