Okay, so this isn't an actual chapter. It's sort of like a prologue, I guess. But not really.
I'm sorry it's so short!!! Honestly! But it needed to get out here, and I have so much shit going on that it wouldn't be out till March if I didn't get it out now.
I stared at Leon. He looked broken, but beautifully so. I had tried for such a long time to not look at him. I was afraid that seeing him would give me hope-- hope that I would see his beautiful, stone-gray eyes once more; hope that I would hear his sexy voice that was made for pillow talk again; hope that I would feel his warm and comforting embrace just one more time…-- and hope was something I couldn't afford to have. However, if anything, seeing him made reality that much more harsh. He looked dead already.
I ran a finger along his pale jaw, marveling at how someone who always seemed strong could appear so fragile because of a simple accident.
It had been two months-- two horrible months since our accident-- and Leon still hadn't woken.
My stomach growled loudly. I hadn't eaten since the previous morning, and it was then seven at night.
"I'll be back, love," I whispered softly. I knew he couldn't hear me, but I still always felt the need to tell him when I was leaving. I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before I left.
I returned to Leon's room, having filled my stomach with an actual homemade meal instead of the disgusting fast food I had been resorting to.
His bed was empty. Leon wasn't in his hospital room. I was torn between panicking and allowing hope to take hold of my heart.
"Mr. Strife, are you okay?" A young nurse delicately placed her hand on my arm.
"Where is he? Where's Leon?" At this, she smiled softly.
"The doctors moved him after he woke up."
"He's awake? Oh, gods, where is he?"
"Just down the hall. Room 240."
I whispered my gratitude before practically running to 240. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw him. He was propped up with a few pillows and they had given him a tray of food (which remained untouched, sitting on the stand beside Leon's bed).
"Cloud--"
I cut him off by practically tackling him. I buried my face into his chest; my tears were probably soaking through that damned hospital gown, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
"Oh, gods, Lee… Don't ever do that again. Please."
I felt his hands resting on my lower back as he placed his chin on top of my head. He didn't say anything; he just held me.
"I love you… I love you so fucking much."
"I love you, too, babe… Always."
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