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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2010 17:42:44 GMT -5
True to his promise, Ryan brought Bianca to Ireland.
They spent one month in a whirl of bliss, sometimes they even could forget about the imminent end they knew was fast approaching, a time they prayed would never arrive.
But much as one may wish, some dreams never come true.
The time came the last day she was going to spend in Ireland.
The couple bustled around the small apartment they had rented for their stay, preparing for the flight back to the states in the morning.
“Are you almost done packing?” Ryan asked as he zipped his last suitcase shut.
“…no.” Bianca pressed down on her own suitcase once more with a grunt.
“Do you need any help?”
“No!” She smiled. “I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself.” After one more failed attempt she flopped onto the bed. “I’m sorry.” She said. “I’m just exhausted.”
“Are you feeling alight?” He asked, worry overpowering his voice.
“I’m fine,” She assured him. “I just need to go sit down.”
Ryan helped her up and led her to the main room. “We’ll finish packing in the morning then.” He said sitting her on the couch. “Do you just want to watch a movie in the mean-time?
“That’ll be nice,”
The two were soon settled on the couch, his arms circling her, and her head upon his shoulder.
After a few minutes, Bianca began to feel restless, the complete opposite of how she had felt only moments before.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Ryan asked again.
“I’m fine.” She stressed. “In fact,” Bianca said standing. “I’m going to get something to eat.”
“I can get it for you.” He told her, beginning to stand as well.
“Ryan, nothing is going to happen to me in three minutes.” She rolled her eyes.
Once in the kitchen area, she began to gather her things, when she felt an exploding pain in her stomach.
Doubling over in pain, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Not yet,” she tried to whisper, but her lungs were constricted, as if some huge force were strangling her. She tried to cry out for help, but not a breath escaped her as she plummeted to the floor.
~*~
“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” Ryan shouted.
“Sir, we can’t help her.”
“You....you…”
“Mr. Kelly, we’re very sorry, but like I said, there’s nothing we can do. Don’t spend your wife’s last bit of time here arguing with me.”
Glaring at the doctor Ryan turned and walked into her room.
“Ryan,” she called out with a broken voice. “You’re here.”
“Oh, Bianca,” he came to her kissed her gently. “Of course I’m here.”
“There must have all the music there,” she whispered. “In heaven.” She lay her head on his shoulder for a last time. “I’ll teach you all of them. I promise.”
“Don’t say that Bianca…please.”
“You have to find h--” She gasped, clutching her stomach again.
“Help her!” he yelled to the doctor.
She grabbed his shoulder. “They can’t Ryan…” her voice was weakening. “Just…just listen…”
“What do you need,” he asked, all his attention focused on her.
“You’ve got…” her breathing became labored. “You’ve got to find her…”
“Find who?” He was desperate, and could feel tears fighting to be released.
“Find the one…” they could both hear the heart monitor slowing.
“You are my one,” a single tear escaped.
“Not possible...the world is nothing but cruel place if you…” she gasped again and clenched her eyes shut. “A cruel place…” she began to relax, the monitor slowing more. “if you have no one to spend the rest of your life…with…” her eyes shut peacefully as the heart monitor gave an ever long beep.
It poured that night, and as Ryan looked out the window, he could see the pelting rain, seeming as if they were crying for him, and comforting him with each drop.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2010 23:09:27 GMT -5
I'm sorry guys! I guess I wasn't making sense! Totally my fault, so lemme clear it up now.
The person Bianca's talking about is the woman Ryan's meant to spend the rst of his life with. His one, because she can't be.
I hope that clears everything up! I'll post...soon. Maybe right now!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2010 18:53:39 GMT -5
EPILOGUE
“Ryan! Ryan, wake up!” Keith shoved him, yelling in his ear.
Ryan stirred as he realized what had happened all over again.
Bianca was dead.
“C’mon!” Keith yelled, tossing Ryan’s clothes at him. “We’re in New York today, and we all know how much you love New York!” He cheered happily. “Go Celtics!” he hooted sarcastically.
“I hate New York.” Ryan muttered. “Almost as much as I despise Florida.”
“You do?” Keith plopped down. “Since when? Not to mention why.”
“You now why.” Ryan answered bleakly.
“I do? Huh,” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Because I don’t think I do.”
“Keith, stop it.” Ryan glared daggers at him. “It’s because of Bianca, and you know it.”
He took a moment to let that settle in. “One question.” He said. “Who’s Bianca?”
“Bianca, as in my wife Keith!” Ryan shook his head as whole new wave of depression hit him.
“Wife?!” Keith cried. “Ryan, did you do more in Vegas than you let on?”
“Get out Kei--” Ryan stopped as he stared down at his left had.
There was no ring.
~*~
“Ryan, come back!” Sharon yelled after him. “Where are you even going?!”
“Florida,” He answered, never breaking pace.
“Ryan, listen to me, you’re acting crazy! It was just a dream, just a really vivid dream. She’s not real.”
“Yes, she is Sharon.” He turned back to her. “She has to be. I’ve lost her once, and I can’t lose her again.”
She shook her head with an exasperated sigh. “Go try and find her then. Come back when you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”
Without even a goodbye, Ryan took off to the airport, ready to get a ticket to Florida.
~*~
“Please ma’am,” Ryan pleaded with the woman at the records department. “You’re the last place I know where to look. I have to find her.”
“Listen sir,” She gave him an annoyed look. “I can’t give you that sort of information.”
“Please, you don’t understand. This is a matter of life a death.”
Her patience seemed to be wearing even thinner. “Next!” she yelled to the man behind him.
“No, wait! Please,” he bent down to her level. “I love her. Bianca is my…my one.” Her glaring eyes softened. “I have to find her. I’m begging you.”
She contemplated all he told her for a moment, rolling it around in her mind before typing madly on her keyboard. “Look, I’m really not supposed to do this.” She looked back up to him. “Let me get you directions to where she works.”
“Thank you.” Ryan sighed in relief. “Thank you so much.”
~*~
Ryan approached the bookstore. The one the woman had said Bianca worked at.
Building up his courage he pushed the door open and was taken aback.
He was certain that was her, her brown hair cascading down her back. Not taking the chance of losing her, he ran and threw his arms around her.
“Hey!!!” She shouted, a shrill sound. “Back off bozo!” she turned around, fighting him, and beating him with her fists. He took in her pale skin and ice blue eyes, nothing like the warm green eyes and tanned skin of his Bianca. Lastly he looked at her name tag.
“B.” was all it read.
“B.”
Short for ‘Bianca’.
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, backing away from the girl. How could he have thought that the Bianca Taylor the woman had told him about could be his Bianca? It was a common enough name…that or his Bianca Taylor didn’t exist. “Uh…miss B…Bianca.”
“Bianca?” The girl scoffed. “It’s BRIANNA.”
A sudden clatter stole his attention, the sound of dozens of books being dropped. Glancing up to see what had happened, he found her.
There she was. Standing there, her kind eyes, her tan skin, her beautiful brown hair, staring at him openmouthed.
Not caring what anyone thought, or who saw he made his way over to her, stepping over all the books she had dropped, gazing into her eyes the entire time.
“Hello,” she began in a shaky voice.
“Hello,” He lifted his hand slowly, as if afraid she would vanish any second, and brushed it against her cheek, the way he had so many times before.
“I was so sure it was nothing but a dream…I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Oh, Bianca,” he pulled her close, kissing her deeply as if he’d never kiss her again.
Reality crashed upon him all too soon. “You have to go see a doctor,” He said suddenly, now dragging her behind him.
“No, stop.” She pulled him back. “I’ve already been to the doctor.”
He whirled. “You have?” She nodded, tears staining her face. “And?” She shook her head and smiled.
“I’m not sick.” She looked like she would never stop smiling. “I’m not dying. I’m gonna live.”
He yanked her closer and kissed her rapidly. “I love you.” He repeated it between kisses. “Bianca Taylor, I love you.”
“But Ryan,” With much resistance from both sides, she pushed herself away. “How are we here…why aren’t I…gone?”
“I told you before,” He beamed with happiness as he brought her close again, “We were meant to find each other. Nothing could stop that. Not even death.”
Their lips met again, and this time they were certain, not even the world’s end would separate them now.
THE END
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