Smile, Billie [ a billie eilish fanfic | girl x girl ]

29 - corto el amor

"Medics immediately enter the venue as they place a familiar man on the stretcher.

No, no, no, please no...

Tears well up my eyes as I struggle to breathe, 'Dad?'"

✨ ~DulcetDaydream presents...
. . . Chapter 29 . . .

29 - corto el amor

"I can't afford to love someone
Who isn't dying by mistake."

The wrenching pain in my heart intensifies as I watch my dad lying down on the hospital bed; his eyelids seemingly drooping as he looks at me with slow, heaving breaths.

I hold back my tears; swallowing the heavy lump forming in my throat.

I unwillingly let out a painful sob as I shake my head; covering my mouth with my hand as I give a deep frown.

He manages to give me a reassuring look, then breathes out, "Beatrice."

As soon as I hear him, a long, hot tear immediately escapes from my eye.

"Per favore... prenditi cura... di te stesso... (Please... take care... of yourself...)" he sadly looks at me with his now, lifeless eyes.

I look at him with pain etched in my face; holding his limp hands, "Dad, ti amo. (Dad, I love you). Rimani... (Stay...) Per favore... (Please...)"

He helplessly looks at me as his eyelids drop more, "Ho bisogno di riposo... (I need some rest...)

More tears fall down my cheeks as I rapidly shake my head, "Dad, please..."

His eyes slowly close, and I hold his hand tighter; feeling it turn colder by each second.

He doesn't reply, and silence fills the air. The only sounds heard is the sound of the heart rate monitor, and the sound of the clock ticking; signifying time rapidly passing.

I remember a line from corto el amor: "Though I wish magic was real
That I could reverse time."

I wish I could reverse time, and go back to relive our moments together; moments where everything was fine. Moments where there were still so much time.

But now, he's lying in the dreaded hospital bed as I hold his freezing hand tightly; not wanting to let life slip out of him.