The Days Before She Died

My name is Lucas Hunt,
The chances are you’ve never heard of me, never met me, and don’t even know who I am. I was a boy; I am now a man, with scruffy brown hair, big blue eyes and a body that all girls adore. This all means nothing to me. I don’t need or want the girls anymore, because the girl I truly love died. Rose is dead. I try not to think of her as dead, because she’s still alive in my heart. I live with the painful thoughts of her death, and the happiness of her smile. It’s the greatest of contradictions. That’s what I remember most though, her smile. But at least I Know that she died a happy woman because of what we did in the days before she died…


25. Day Twenty-Five

Rose was still alive on day twenty five, a day longer than the hospitals expectations. So, I made Rose’s mother look after the children so that Rose and I could go out for a day to make the most of her being alive. After hours of driving Rose around it was finally dark when we got to where I wanted us to be. I took Rose to a fairground. “Wow, how did you know that I liked fair grounds?” Rose asked in absolute awe, her face glowed with excitement, and her eyes shone with the reflections of the lights from the fairground.

“There are a lot of things I know about you Rose.” I laughed. I knew that Rose had not been to a fairground for a long time. As we jumped queues for rides with my special card Rose began to smile her old sexy smile. The smile she had, that I hadn’t seen since day one. The smile that told me, there was this one little thing called hope, the hope that this was it, that Rose was alive again, that she was better.

“Can we buy candy floss?” Rose asked. Her eyes were wide open. She looked wired from the amount of sugar that she had already consumed within the first five seconds of finding a candy stall. I smiled as I watched her cram her mouth full of candy. It had been a while since I had seen her consume that amount of food. Again, it was just another sign that made me think she had a chance, one that broke my heart even more when she did eventually die.

“Sure.” I replied, handing over another £5 note. She happily brought some candy floss and was tearing it up within seconds of having it, like a lion being fed a fresh hunk of meat. Her eyes shone like a lion too, full of intent on eating everything in her sight.

“This tastes so good!” She said after that, it was hard to tell because her mouth was stuffed with candyfloss which meant I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped my lips just after she said it.

“Cool.” I slipped my hand around her waist just like the good old days, when we had no cares in the world. We didn't have to worry about cancer, kids, money, death or life in general. We should’ve been free spirited young-adults, but we missed our time. Several theme-park-rides later and I felt rather ill. We sat down on a bench together until I was feeling better.

“How did this happen?” Rose asked as she looked into the sky, I struggled to understand what she meant, but then I thought about it as we looked up to the stars together. Then, somehow I understood what she meant. She meant, how she was there, how we were there, and why did everything happen in the order that it did. But, that question was far too complicated, so I concentrated on the main part about Rose.

“You’re a miracle Rose.” I whispered in reply, squeezing her hand gently into mine, “Thank you for being born.”  After I finished the sentence, she blushed.

“I think you’ll have to thank my parents for that one when I’m gone.” Rose laughed. She was right, I needed to thank them for creating the wonderful girl that was Rose, for letting her meet me, for letting her stay with me, for letting Rose and I accomplish everything that we had managed to accomplish.

“I’ll never stop thanking them.” I smiled. I pulled Rose into a hug, wrapping my arms tightly round her back, with her head on my shoulder so she didn't see the single tear that raced down my cheeks. This time, I didn't hide it because I was embarrassed, I hid it because it was the first tear, that wasn’t from fear, it was a tear, brought from pure love.

“Let’s go on more rides!” Rose screamed when she saw that I was slightly happier again. Although her comment ruined the moment, it made me feel like a boy again, the one that was meant to having fun with his girlfriend, and planning the future one drunken night.

“Okay then!” I shouted back and we got into a ghost train. The irony of it. I was sitting next to Rose, who looked more like a corpse than some of the fake skeletons did. I think Rose laughed at that, but I can’t be sure, our childish screams made every other sound unheard.

The screaming made me feel sick again so I convinced Rose to look around at the market stalls, which was mainly because I wanted to buy something for Rose, after all.“Everything is so beautiful.” Rose whispered as she ran her hands along the racks of fabric and other media, feeling every inch of fabric, memorizing it.

“It’s almost as beautiful as you.” I laughed as I kissed her neck, sucking lightly at her pale skin, earning a tiny moan from her. “Just make sure you remember the almost bit, because nothing will ever compare to you.” I grinned. She slapped my face lightly.

“I’m not that pretty, I probably smell like a rotting corpse!”

“No, you smell of Rose’s.” I whispered.

“Thank you, I hope there was no pun intended.” She laughed. The pun was intended, but that didn't matter because we were acting like free spirits again, the way we should’ve been acting.

We walked around more stalls until we came to a balloon stall. “We have to buy all the balloons here!” Rose shrieked as she waltzed over to the stall, her eyes glowing with pure desire for the balloons. At the time it seemed crazy, but now I look back on it, it was probably one of the best things we’d ever decided to do.

“Why do we have to buy ALL of them?” I moaned, opening my wallet and handing a fifty-pound red note over to the stall owner, who nodded in approval of Rose’s gesture.

“It's a family tradition I’m about to start.” She replied casually, as if it meant nothing. But, in reality, that moment meant everything. So we brought ALL the balloons from the stall, every last one. Rose became hungry again after that so I took the picnic out of the car. She ate all the sandwiches, and we drank all the alcohol while clutching the balloons. The roads were empty, and we were happy, so we decided to take a walk. Rose was dreamily skipping down the roads... until she fell.

“ROSE!” I screamed as she stumbled to the ground.

“Lucas...” She called, but her voice was slurred and messy. She tried to stand up but her legs were failing her.

“Rose come on, don't die now!” I shouted. I was terrified; she was dying on the floor in front of me. I thought of all the romance films I had ever watched and knelt down on the floor and held her in my arms.

“Lucas...” Rose called.

“Yes Rose.” I cried, the first of the tears were falling down my cheeks.

“I have never loved anyone but you, never thought of anyone but you. Promise me that you will go on to love someone like you loved me, to look after our children, and be the father that you were meant to...” Her voice was cut off by a chocking sound from her throat.

“I promise Rose, but I cannot love anyone as much as I love you. I can love them a little less, but deep down I’ll always be with you.” I whispered. “Promise me you’ll save me a place in heaven with you.”

“I’ll always be with you Lucas.” She whispered as she made her final groans of agony and died in my arms. I placed a light kiss on her lips and called an ambulance, but I knew it was too late. She was dead, she died in my arms, releasing the balloons from her last grasp.

I just hope it was the best day of her life.


Rose was dead; the last petal had fallen in the leaf of a life of the most beautiful woman on the planet.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...