The Reality of Imperfection

"When a part of you dies with another person,
what can you do to get it back?"

Seconds ticked by.

Numbness. A familiar feeling now. It enveloped her in its suffocating hold.

“She’s dead?”

Her voice sounded flat, even to herself.

“…Yes.”

For a brief moment, she wondered if it was all a dream.

But…

“They made the decision while we were away.”

Decision?

“Decision? What…?”

“She was still alive. In a coma, but still alive. My mother-…” The angel’s voice faltered. “My mother thought it would be best if-”

“She died?”

She smiled bitterly.

“Well, she’s dead now. Just like everyone thought she would be.”

“I…” The angel’s breathing hitched. “I’m so sorry.”

I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t there. I’m sorry.

Tears, but they weren’t hers. There was guilt in some part of her mind, but she pushed it aside.

“At least one of us can still cry.”

Vivio is dead.

A/N: Honestly, some part of me is wondering why I'm even posting this. I don't want to. I really, really don't want to. But I have to, for various people, including my sister who died in late September, a little while after her birthday.

At the time, I was at the hospital. And I couldn't do anything to stop my grandmother's decision to disconnect her. And now, I will tell you the story of how I got from point A to point B. And you can laugh at how incredibly pathetic I was, and still am, after it happened.

This one's dedicated to my little sister, and my best friend, without whom I would have done something incredibly stupid. You were the one who gave me the courage to post this, with your own very painful explenation of how you fell in love with me.

I'm sorry to all of you that have been waiting for me to update. I will. And I promise you, I'll finish every single one of them without fail.