till death do us part

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this is my entry for the

#fwcmagicalmay challenge

thought i would write

something wholesome

for y’all. enjoy :)

{1340 words}

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She looks ghostly, surrounded by the machinery, buried under the hospital blankets. I stare at her from across the room, gripping the arm-rests of the chair. The smell almost made me throw up when we arrived, but now the stagnant air makes me tired. So very tired.

It's been fourteen days now, and she still sleeps.

The mask around her face fogs with her breath every few seconds. All of her makeup is gone, and her curly hair trapped in a bun on her head. She doesn't look like herself, and it's killing me.

I push out of the chair and stride across the room. My fingers linger on the blinds, trying to decide whether to open them. My hand drops away, and I look back at her. At least she looks at rest. She never rested. Always had to be saving the world and everyone around her somehow. Now her aspirations have nipped her in the butt.

"Bloom, what were you thinking?" I whisper, reaching out to touch her.

I retract immediately, afraid she'll break into a million pieces if I do. Does she what happened? Images of the crash cascade through my mind. I stumble backwards, shaking my head. I don't even want to it.

My brow furrows as I look back at her. What if she's stuck in a cycle of dreams, seeing us come close to death again and again?

I bite my lip, running a hand through my hair. I know I can check. I know I can. I just don't know what effect that'll have on her mind. And she would find out. She would discover my deepest, darkest secret. Do I risk it?

"What are you, a coward?" a voice of my past hissed.

Shivers run over my back, and I try to shake my demons away. I clench my fists and focus on her. I'm not a coward. I love Bloom, and I will do more than just wait for her to wake up. She would've done everything to at least say her last words.

I come back to the bed, pulling the chair with me. My phone crashes to the ground, face down. I flinch at the noise but don't stop. Once the chair is in the best position, I sit down, sweating like a man.

I edge forward on the seat and reach for her hand. I lick my lips and breathe out slowly, feeling her pulse. I massage the top of her hand and clear my mind.

"I'm coming, princess, I'm coming..."

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I crash into darkness, swallowed by the silence. I glance around me, trying to see, well, anything. I could see myself (or at least everything but my head) like I was glowing faintly.

This is what Bloom was seeing in her coma? Chills ran over me.

I step forward, flinching when my shoes echo around me. So I'm inside some sort of room? Or maybe it's just symbolising her brain.

Something flashes beside me, bursting with life. A large screen appears in the air and my face appears, like a photograph. I frown. When was this taken? The edges of my lips begin to curl into a smile, and I laugh. A video?

No. A memory.

I watch myself look at Bloom, smiling and laughing. I can't hear anything, though. I don't know why I'm laughing. It takes me a moment to realise the memory is looping, or maybe even lagging, in her mind.

I shuffle forward, every noise I make bouncing off the walls around me.

"Bloom?" I whisper, glancing over my shoulder as her name surrounds me.

I stare back at the screen, wanting it to disappear. I have such an ugly face. I still don't understand why she loves me. It lags again before juttering to a complete stop. Black circles burn around the image until it's gone.

I step backwards, unsure of what action to take. I was hoping she would be sitting somewhere within her mind and I could wake her. Maybe I haven't dived deep enough?

I rub my temples, closing my eyes, ready to attempt breaking past this barrier, when a melodic tune floats around me. I open my eyes. I know this tune, this song. It's our song. Tears threaten to spill as it grows louder.

"We're always better when we're together. Yeah, we'll look at those stars when we're together..."

Another screen comes to life behind me. I spin to find Bloom staring at the stars. The song continues to play as she shifts to look over at me, lying on the picnic blanket beside her. I smile at her and take her hand, planting a kiss on the top.

To my right, light flashes as another screen lights up. I chuckle as I watching myself dance horrendously with her in the supermarket, using the salt shakers as maracas. Another screen buzzes to life beside me, showing us both wade into the ocean, her splashing me with the cold water.

More and more keep appearing. All of our memories together.

Then they all fade into nothing, the song coming to an end too. Silence wraps around me, threatening to suffocate me. Then one last screen wizzes to life in front of me.

We're sitting on my bed, and Bloom looks up from the book she's reading, surveying me.

"Hey Leo?"

The sound of her voice makes me fall over, stumbling onto the weird floor inside her mind. But my eyes don't move from the screen.

"Mm?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

In the memory, I look up at her, a smile playing on my lips. "Why, of course, princess?"

"So you believe if two people are truly supposed to be together, they'll find a way and make it through any odds?"

"Bloom? What's wrong? You know I will always be with you."

"I know..." she sighs. "Its just... cancer runs through my family. Would you leave me if I was diagnosed with it?"

In the memory, I shift across the bed. "Are you insane? Bloom, I love you. I will remain faithful to you through sickness and health. Till death do us part. I love you."

"Writing your wedding vows before proposing? Definitely something you would do."

"Bloom?"

She reaches up and touches my face. "I love you too, Leo."

The screen fades away, and I wipe the tear rolling down my cheek. Through sickness and health. I ball my fists, pushing myself to my feet. My strange abilities have no bounds. I've read in texts that those who've on the mastery level of telepathy can heal someone's mind.

I can't say I'm strong, but I'll be damned if I don't try.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply, exiting her mind.

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When I open my eyes again, Bloom still lies in the hospital bed, breathing through the tube. I stroke her hand, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

"Hang in there, princess..." I mutter before placing her hand neatly beside her again.

I push back the chair, putting it to the other side of the room again. I come back to her, placing my hands on her forehead. She feels warm, but it almost feels fake.

For a moment, doubt trickles through me. What if I mess up and make it worse?

"Don't trap yourself in negative thoughts, Leo," she would always say, "believe in yourself. I know I do."

I purse my lips and breathe out slowly.

The magic runs through my bones, flooding toward my hands and down to her body. Something changes in the atmosphere and her skin burns with so much intensity. I pull my hands away, falling back.

"No." I shake my head, trying to walk back to her.

Then her eyes flutter open, the surrounding machines blaring with noise. She sits up without hesitation and pulls the mask off; her face full of so many emotions.

"Leo?!" she cries out, gripping the bed.

I fall forward, my knees crashing into the ground, reaching out for her. "I'm here."