You're One to Remember by Chanda Dobra (story reading txt) 📕

London . Myra closed her eyes and smiled, I thought I hated it here… when really this is where I feel most at home. Smiling, she tightened her grip on Ash’s hand and they boarded a taxi. “Where to?” “3137 East Vectra street.” “That’s… far out there ma’am.” Ash spoke firmly, “Drive.” The taxi driver nodded and began to press on the gas, the speed of the car shocked Myra at first, but she knew this was good. The faster we are… the more time I can spend with my family. Myra kept her fingers entwined between Ash’s, the heat made her palm’s sweaty, but she didn’t care.
After an hour and a half the taxi stopped, just outside of her home. Myra let out a gasp, pain stirred deep inside her, It’s coming quicker than I thought it would. Ash smiled at her and climbed out, he quickly opened her door and held out his hand. Myra’s eyes glazed with pain, it took a lot just to lift her hand and grasp his. He pulled her to her feet and they began to walk towards the large wooden stairway, up to the front door. Myra stared at the wooden planks as if she was about to climb a mountain, how am I going to make it up there… Wordlessly she lifted her foot, placing it on the first step. Breathing heavily already, Myra drew herself forward and took another step. Myra felt a piercing feeling slice through her body, gasping she collapsed, but quickly she caught herself. Ash ran up beside her, but she was already standing upright. He quickly grabbed her hand, leading her up the staircase. Nine more steps… eight, seven, six, Suddenly unbearable pain seemed to grip itself around her, crunching her from the inside out. With a scream, she began to fall again, But Ash kept her up, “Myra? Myra are you alright?” Her jaws parted in a silent screamed and tears of agony streamed down her face, clouded her vision. Myra lifted her head, hearing a shriek of joy and surprise coming from inside the house. Her family poured out of the door. Mother, Jessie, Rose, then last of all… John. Their eyes were filling with happiness and relief. Her mother stuttered, “M-Myra? My-My little baby girl!” Her mother charged down the six steps left. Unable to breathe, Myra crunched over, kneeling on the steps. Ash quickly kneeled beside her, his voice filled with concern, “Myra?” She knew he tried to catch her, but she was already on the floor. Feeling as if the world had slipped away, Myra struggled to keep her eyes open. She could see her entire family now, rushing down the stairs towards her. Coughing, gasping for air, clawing yet again at her skin. Her eyes stretched wide, filled with agony and horror. Searing pain ran through her lungs, every breath she took was torture. Myra looked at Ash, he was talking, but she couldn’t hear him, she couldn’t hear anything. The feeling of her lungs collapsing, her vision cleared of tears for a moment. Myra laid out on her back, trying to regain her breath, but she knew it was too late, it’s time for me to say goodbye…. She reached out a hand, brushing Ash’s cheek as he kneeled above her. Looking into his beautiful brown eyes she rasped, “P-Please take care of my family…” her voice trailed off when she heard her name being called. Ripping her eyes away from his, she stared into the distance, past her family, past Ash. She exhaled one last time as her body slowly went numb.
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Breathing in, Ash listened to Myra’s last wish as it echoed in his ears, take care of my family. His heart tightened when she brushed her hand gently across his cheek. Ash smiled, looking down into those gorgeous golden eyes he so easy fell for. He felt his heart turn cold as ice when her hand fell limply from his face, hitting the wooden stairs with a nearly silent, thump. Myra’s mother wailed, her two siblings began to scream and her older brother fell to his knees, his eyes emotionless and dull. Ash didn’t look away from his loves dead diming eyes, “Myra?” Placing his hand on her cheek, he shook her face lightly, “Myra, don’t do this to me… not now Myra, please no!” Tears fell down his face, dripping onto Myra’s beautiful and flawless face, “Please…” Feeling alone and helpless, Ash stuffed his face between Myra’s collar bone and shoulder, wailing into her shirt. Greif engulfed him, when he set up again, his brown eyes grew very dull, clouded with sadness. Myra, if you can hear me… I love you. Ash closed his eyes, not wanting to think his love was dead. Gently he picked her up, cradling her corpse in his arms. His eyes turned to Myra’s mother who was trying to hold herself up on the stair’s railing, “Call the police.” Ash carried her body up the stairs that she didn’t make it past, walked through the already opened door, and carefully placed Myra on the couch, laying her body down as if she would break if he dropped her. Greif struck his heart yet again, and he collapsed on the couch beside Myra. The sounds of sirens slowly grew louder and louder, but nothing mattered as he studied Myra’s perfect face for the last time, I lost you…
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Publication Date: 02-19-2013

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