Summary: Sad. (This is actually my first one-word-summary!
) Well, I think that covers it pretty well. Oh, and it's really short! So... Sad an short. It's inspired by Lene Marlin's song "Heaven Is A Place Nearby," which is really beautiful. You oughta listen to it once. 
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, nor do I own the title.
A/N: I was in the mood for a sad piece. Really, I couldn't help myself. I started writing this, unsure what to do with it. Make it ADULT and turn it into a night of hot sex, or make it a sad fic? I'm sorry for you guys that it turned out like this... ::shrugs::
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“Love me,” I whisper in his ear, my body trembling under his hands. “I am,” he says, his voice hoarse, “I do.” He seals his words with a soft, tender kiss on my lips. Would this be the last? “I always have,” he says. He kisses the insides of my hands, then my fingers, each of them. Ten kisses for ten crooked fingers that are so young, but feel so old. Tears fill my eyes. “Good,” I say as I feel my soul slipping further out of my skin. I take another deep breath and try to cling on to him, try to stay with him. “Good.” His face is just inches away from mine, his eyes desperate. My vision is clouded. By my tears and by the pain, that ever-present, heart-piercing pain.
He smiles feebly, as if he can see I’m leaving. “Good,” I whisper again. “Then I will love you.” I want to tell him so much more than that. Those three words sound too simple, too trivial for what I feel for him. I want to tell him more, but I can’t. The strength lacks me, and nothing I can say hasn’t been said before. We’ve talked it through night after night, when we were in bed, holding each other, fearing the next day. I can feel my face contort in pain; a pain nearly as familiar to me as my own body. My head throbs. It’s as if my mind is too large for my skull. My mind is wiling, but my body isn’t.
I don’t want to leave him. Not now, not ever. He swallows and nods. I notice a tear slipping from the corner of his eye. He’s crying. I’ve never seen him cry before. I hate to see him cry. His tears remind me of the seriousness of our situation. They remind me of what I’ve tried to forget, to ignore, to avoid. They tell me what my body’s been telling me for months.
“I’ll wait for you,” I whisper softly, the words tumbling out of my mouth with great difficulty. My eyelids are heavy, burdened with my heart’s pain. They fall, despite of my strong will and his face disappears. It’s as if I can hear him nod, though, as if I can feel his smile. “I won’t be long,” he tells me. His words shock me, and I fervently shake my head, inwardly wincing at the pain it causes me. No! He shouldn’t be giving up on life because of me!
“No,” I state, my voice stronger than before. “You’ll live, Max, and after that, you’ll join me. But first, you'll have to live.” His hand gives mine a squeeze and I know he’ll be all right. I hear other people entering the room, their voices loud and disturbing. Worried. My legs no longer feel the bed beneath them, my head is oblivious to the pillow it’s on. Only my hand seems to be able to feel, feel his hand holding me, guiding me. I want to whisper a last goodbye, but my mouth won’t obey. Nothing no longer listens. I start to fall, alone, but not quite alone after all. His hand is still is mine and I know he’ll never leave me.
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You don't have to leave feedback. I know it's sad, and there's not much else to be said/asked about it. I felt pretty satisfied after I wrote it, but I don't know why. It's probably because I needed an outlet or something and found that in this fic.
I'm glad you took the time and read it. It feels more special when you can share it with others. Thank you.
With love,
Lynn xxx