Johnny hit to his knees in desperation,
dropped his head onto the bed and let a strangled sound escape his
lips. And there he prayed, take me instead, don’t let her
die. Take me and make this my last request. Please, just
don’t take the girl. Vanessa lay frozen there, cuts from
the crash still visible on her skin. Wires and tubes and machines
were hooked up to her; for the first instance in a while, she
looked defenseless, helpless, lifeless, but she wouldn’t die.
He wouldn’t let her. The wedding ring on her finger glinted
in the sunlight and for a moment, Johnny let himself flash back to
what almost seemed like another lifetime by now. He let the
happiness engulf him and let it sweep away the sadness
away.
The doctor came in and Johnny
lifted his head, the tears streaming down his face.
“She’s
gone.”
For years, he tried to
drink his pain away but he never could get drunk enough to forget.
One day he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally
out the gun against his head and pulled the trigger. They buried
him next to her, his pain finally taken away.
Saw this on Tumblr, it's
really sad but so good.
Johnny hit to his knees in desperation, dropped his head onto
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Apr 15, 2012 9:31pm
Herown · 1 decade ago
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Ohhh no! I'm crying now...like badly huh...this is good!