"Do you think its possible to finally decide that you really, truly love someone, but not end up marrying him?"-Robin Jones Gunn (As You Wish)
The girl jolted down the street. Her heart was pounding in her ears. This isn't happening, this isn't happening she thought. He's got to still be alive she told herself again and again. His shaggy blond hair was stained with the tears she had shed the night before. His bright blue eyes were sinking into her uttermost thoughts. She loved him, and she couldn't lose him-not now. It was too soon.
"Please don't be dead, John," she whispered as she ran to his house. "Please don't leave me."
She ran through his front door hoping and praying that somehow he was still alive. She burst into the living room and saw his family crying. His brother and father never looked so distraught. With a glance at his sister's face she knew the chances were slim. The diabetic coma was too much for his frail body. The phone rang breaking the silence.
"We need the family of John Paul-Jones to come to Union Hospital; I'm afraid he hasn't made it."
She collapsed to the ground in tears.
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