Rae opened her eyes to an
incredibly white room. The surfaces reflected the light causing her great pain,
and she blinked a few times, before looking around.
The room itself was almost silent,
a machine beside her was beeping steadily, from outside a door on the far side
of the room was the sounds of people moving busily. She looked down at her own
hands and found a drip attached to it.
She turned to her other side and
found her shoulder heavily bandaged, and as she turned immense pain shot
through her left hand side and she winced. She turned to her other side, and
spotted something.
A letter on the small bedside
table beside her. With her good arm she reached out and picked it up, unfolding
it carefully.
My Dearest
Rae,
I have
been assured by the hospital that you will live, and awake from your coma. You
have no idea how I felt when I found that weak pulse, or as I sat beside your
bed for your first five days in hospital.
Today, the
day I’m writing this, is the sixth, and I am afraid I am leaving today. It’s
the hardest thing I’ve had had to do in my life, but I really think it’s better
for you and me like this. I have been treated like a criminal by almost
everyone, and now I almost believe them. I am off to become what they believe I
am. But maybe one day we will meet again.
I won’t
ask you to forget me, because I could never forget you. But I hope you find
someone who you can love and who can love you. I only want you to be happy Rae.
I love
you.
Butch.
A tear smudged his signature, and
Rae hugged the letter to her chest with her good arm.
“Oh Butch,” She muttered softly.
Her fingers opened her locket and she turned it to her face, to see the smiling
Butch inside. She looked into the pictures eyes, “I’ll always love you, and
only you.”
~*~ El
fini ~*~
He's very understanding
And
he's so aware of all my situations
And when I stay up late
He's always waiting
But I feel him hesitate
Oh, I'm so worried about my love
They say "No, no, it won't last
forever"
And here I am again my girl
Wondering what on earth I'm doing here
Maybe he doesn't love me
I just took a trip on my love for him
Ooh, he's here again-
The
man with the child in his eyes
Authors Note:
I got the title from the song
quoted at the beginning and end of this story. It’s by Kate Bush and I borrowed
it without asking. (Sorry) I just though that really described the Butch I’ve
written about.
I dunno, I like Butch and felt
like writing a story about him (And you got off lucky, it’s only 23 pages,
which is short for me) Please send me some feedback! Sallie_drazzi@hotmail.com