A Unique Kind of Love (30 page)

The machine let us hear the last heartbeat and announced the 
end
. Lena’s body went limp, even more than it already was. Bereaved, my head lowered, but I could still see her. The tears did not fall; my desiccated eyes already pained excruciatingly from excessive crying. My throat was parched from all that blubber.

“LENA!” screamed Mrs. Winter to my side, crumbling to the ground.

Convulsive sobs racked her body. Looking at Tori, I saw that she was in the same state as her mom. Well, almost. She was on the floor, holding her knees and moving back and forth, her face completely hidden by the redness and the tears. I locked my eyes with Adam, whose eyes were betraying by letting a few tears escape. The only person who wasn’t crying was Belle. She was standing beside me, directly looking at Lena.

“Why are you all crying, huh? She’s not dead, okay? SHE’S NOT FUCKING DEAD! STOP CRYING!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. They stayed in the same positions as before, as if they didn’t hear me at all.

I turned to Dr. Morrison, who was looking at me with pity. I didn’t know what came over me at that moment. I took his collar in my hands.

“DO SOMETHING! SHE CAN’T DIE!”

He shook me off, pointing to about five doctors/technicians/nurses. They rolled a small table with a machine on it into the room.

The next moments were a complete blur to me. As the technicians prepared the defibrillator, I felt my whole body tremble. As soon as the two blocks-like defibrillators touched Lena’s chest, her body shook, but was still motionless. She made no sign of breathing and the heart rate monitor still wasn’t emitting any sound. They did the same action three times, and each time, my heart shattered even more. Imagine seeing the only human being who has ever made you feel loved being electrocuted in order to come back to life. I knew that she wasn’t being electrocuted, but that’s what it seemed like to me.

After the fifth time, one of the technicians looked at Dr. Morrison and me and shook his head a couple of times before telling the others to pack. He took the tube out of her mouth and then hid what could still be seen from Lena by the white covers. He got out of the room and patted my shoulder, leaving.

“N-no, no, no, no,” came out a stuttering voice. I watched as Dr. Morrison mouthed an, “I’m sorry for your loss.” Just as he turned to walk away, I grasped his shoulder, forcing him to look at me.

“Can I try something? Please? Can I go in?” I begged. He nodded, an obvious thought displayed in his eyes. 
“Poor boy.”

I walked into the room, my heart beating a billion times per second. I sat beside her and uncovered her face and hands, revealing her beautiful features. I felt tears spring into my eyes at her sight. She looked simply in a deep sleep. Her mouth was slightly parted and her lips were a pale pink color, which was better than any lipstick in the universe. Her hair was the same, a waterfall-like chocolate brown mass of hair, softly flowing on the pillow.

I took her hand in mine and put my knees on the floor. I didn’t have the time to take a chair or what not. Keeping my gaze on her face, I did what I was supposed to do and what felt right. I leant in her ear and said a few words.

“Lena, listen to me, and 
please
 come back to me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

 I imagined the opening verse of the song I was about to sing in my mind, as its melody escaped my mouth. There was no one else in the world, but Lena and me. I closed my eyes and let every memory of us into my mind and they seemed to be playing inside of my head like a movie. I put every emotion I had into that song. 
Our
 song.

“
Settle down with me 
Cover me up 
Cuddle me in 
Lie down with me 
Hold me in your arms”

 The day she tripped over her bag, and I caught her before she fell. That same day she hugged me for the first time. The other day when she affirmed my theory of her being a complete klutz by tripping on the bucket of water I was sweeping the floor with.

 
"Well, Liam. Thank you for saving my life, again."

 "I'm Lena and you're Liam, aren't you?"

“Your heart's against my chest 
Lips pressed to my neck 
I've fallen for your eyes 
But they don't know me yet”

"Thank you, Liam. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me in a while."

 "You know, my dream is to be a bird. They fly in the sky and seem so free. They're almost never alone. Would you like to be a bird with me, Liam?" she asked dryly, now looking at me. Her eyes were spilling tears, they seemed unstoppable.

 "Willyougowithmetothedance?Justasfriends,ofcourse,likeduh ehem” She said, barely coherent.

 "Well, I just... will you go to the dance with me, as friends of course?" She asked shyly, never taking her gaze off me this time.

 “And the feeling I forget I'm in love now.” I croaked out, tears wetting the covers.

 The way she told me that she loved me.

 
“Yeah, she was right. Because one, your voice is the most amazing and beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life- because I might, possibly be in love with you too."

 "You’re not just a star to me, you’re my whole damn sky, idiot
.”

“Kiss me like you wanna be loved

Wanna be loved 
Wanna be loved 
This feels like I've fallen in love 
Fallen in love 
Fallen in love 
Settle down with me 
And I'll be your safety 
You'll be my lady 
I was made to keep your body warm 
But I'm cold as, the wind blows 
So hold me in your arms”

I belted out the note, a flood of emotions drowning me.

 The way the simplest of events could make her smile and dance around like a little child.

 "It's snowing, Li! That's what I wanted to show you!"

"My heart's against your chest 
Your lips pressed to my neck 
I've fallen for your eyes 
But they don't know me yet 
And the feeling I forget 
I'm in love now”

 The way she laughed and giggled while being tickled and yet not so adorably kicked in every direction.

 
"S-Stop p-please!”

 "L-Liam s-stop," she managed to gasp out between giggles.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved 
Wanna be loved

Wanna be loved

This feels like I've fallen in love

Fallen in love 
Fallen in love 
Yeah I've been feeling everything 
From hate to love 
From love to lust 
From lust to truth 
I guess that's how I know you

So hold you close 
To help you give it up”

The way she saved my life.

 "NO!" screamed Lena in alert.
 

So kiss me like you wanna be loved 
Wanna be loved 
Wanna be loved”

I continued on singing until I finished the song. By then, my voice was barely audible. I felt the whole world collapsing upon me. It was over. There was no hope of her waking up again. No miracle could save her. It was over.

“I love you so much, Lena. I’m so sorry.” I spoke softly, kissing her hand while gently, yet tightly clutching it. The tears kept on escaping from my eyes and there was no way to stop them. The indescribable amount of guilt that had built up in me for the eternity that I had lost in everything, everyone had come out. I kept my stare on her hands, refusing to let go of her. My heart ached already at the thought of losing her.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. Was I imagining things or had this just happened?

The hand I was holding squeezed mine.

I shook it off. The probability of me hallucinating at the moment was huge. Although, a light flickered in the back of my mind.

Squeeze.

Nope, this time was real. I saw it with my own eyes.

My ears realized that a noise had started in the distance and looking at the monitor, I felt my heart leap at the sight of the lines going up at a perfectly normal rate.

I lift my gaze to her face and couldn’t help but release a gasp of joy at the sight before me. I sensed a tide of happiness wash over me.

Eyelids fluttered and blinked a couple of times and then opened, revealing a pair of confused, but breathtaking chestnut brown eyes. They met mine and a certain kind of hope appeared in them. That familiar sparkle of recognition and love that she wore when she was with me, was there.

Lena was alive.

28

Ice carved Love

“We loved with a love that was more than love.”

~Edgar Allen Poe~

Lena Rose Winter

A huge weight had laid itself upon my entire body and I began to slowly process what was going on. I felt literally numb, incapable of using any of all five senses or moving any body parts. I had no idea what was going on, as it felt as if a fog had ruled over my brain and thoughts. I couldn’t decide if seconds or hours had passed by feeling like this, but my mind screamed; 
moments.
 I tried moving my toes, and thankfully, that worked. I felt my sense of hearing came first to me, but my ears took a few seconds to adapt to the sounds surrounding me.

 I could only pinpoint one out of many, 
someone crying. 
Soft sobs shook their body, vibrating against mine. The mystery person’s hand was clasped to mine and I recognized a certain familiar softness in them. The face was also close to my hips, where I felt whatever clothing on me got moist. Feeling myself getting stronger, I squeezed the hand holding me for comfort.

They, or should I say he, froze. I repeated the action, putting more emotion in it this time. He gasped, lifting his face.

With all the power I could muster in the world, I tried to open my eyes. I blinked several times, trying to get my vision to adjust. A bright light was shining in them, but with every second that passed, its strength lessened. The first thing I saw was 
his 
face. Bright, blurry blue eyes were staring down at me with happiness and it took me a few moments to process who it was. The tear-streaked red cheeks, defined features and red lips helped me remember.

Suddenly, memories came rushing to me. They were all connected and 
he 
was in all of them. His eyes always stood out, a certain emotion appearing in them. Anger, sadness, happiness, disappointment, courage, confusion and 
love. 
They made me realize who it was faster than you could click your fingers together.

Liam.

I kept on staring at him, as a small smile formed itself on his angel-like face. That action immediately spread happiness in my veins. And with every second that passed by, he became clearer to my eyes. With every second that passed by, he looked even better to me.

“Lena?” he asked, his voice raspy and barely audible. He seemed hesitant and confused, yet somehow on the point of jumping up and down in joy.

“Hey,” I managed to blurt out, as my voice was scratchy. As soon as I spoke, my throat felt dry.

“Water,” I whispered. Liam immediately stood up and took a bottle of water that was messily lying on the floor. Someone must’ve dropped it. He brought the edge to my lips and frankly, the cold water felt like heaven in my mouth. I gulped the biggest amount I could and shook my head, signaling that I’d had enough. He placed the bottle on the night table beside me and sat again, keeping his gaze on me.