The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.

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46. Gone

Harry's Point of View

I could hardly bear to see her suffer like this. She could barely breathe. The doctor's said any time now it could end.

One life that needed to be lived. One talented girl. One girl I was in love with. She was too young. Sixteen years young...

Her body was motionless as I held her frail hand, soothingly rubbing it. I wanted to kiss her one last time, have her kiss back. Give her one more reassuring hug. I wanted atleast one more lifetime with the girl of my dreams...

Girl of my dreams....

Girl of my dreams....

"I love you, Leah," I whispered into her ear, and kissed her cheek. "I will always love you..."

I watched as her eyes fluttered open. "Harry..." I could hardly hear her voice as she spoke. It took much effort for her to talk, or to even focus on me. "I... love... you... too..." Slowly, she closed her eyes once more. The machine that measured her heart beat went flat, and made a high-pitched beeping noise. Wordlessly I stood up, kissed her warm cheek, and walked out of the room.

She was gone.

My girlfriend.

The girl of my dreams.

The flute player.

She was gone...

 

                                                                 ~ THE END~

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