I've been a nurse long enough to know that people do a lot of strange things when they know they're going to die. Some find God. Some beg and bargain, always on the lookout for the next miracle. Some fall into despondency and simply give up. And there are some, like Dee, who basically turn into hurricanes. They take the world by storm, crashing forward with power, passion and reckless disregard for themselves and any long-term consequences of their actions. They seem strong, even awe-inspiring. But it's really only a matter of time until they make landfall, and what once sustained them disappears quickly.
Those may be the kind of people you admire from a distance, but they're not the kind of people you're supposed to fall in love with. It's nearly impossible, they say, to be strong enough not to be uprooted, while also being flexible enough to bend without breaking. But damn it, when I stared into the beautiful blue eyes of this storm, so help me God, I got swept right off my feet.
From our very first date, I knew I'd be with him for the rest of his life. But it wasn't until about a year ago before I decided I wanted be with him for the rest of mine.
You can't change the path of a hurricane. No amount of persuasion, manipulation or brute force is going to stop them from crashing into the shore. Dee didn't want to treat his condition, and to love him unconditionally was to accept that. Truth be told, when he was in his last semester at CalArts, even after he graduated and he moved in with me, you could have easily fooled me into thinking we were still thriving in the gulf, nowhere near the coast.
He wrote such passionate melodies. He sang with a siren's grace and I played my heart out. The wind howled and when the rain come down, we rode the waves like there was no tomorrow. Every inch of him was beautiful. Every sound, every taste, every touch was beautiful. We recorded our first demo and tried to shop it around, but the storm was already moving inland. The hurricane that was supposed to take the music world by storm was a tropical depression at best - an apt word, when you realize you're mourning the man you love.
Watching that once powerful storm march further inland as his muscles broke down and his body really began to waste away, was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. But I carried him and I carried on. It was like boarding up the windows after the storm had already passed. A little too late, perhaps, but wht choice did I have?
Learning about the new treatment from World Enterprises was like seeing the sun again for the first time. When Dee agreed to talk to a doctor about it - not to do it, just to actually set foot in their office and talk about it - I couldn't even fathom how much light there still was behind the clouds. When he dared to try it, when the doctor said it was working and Dee actually decided to stick with it, I swear to God, I could have flooded the world with the tears I'd been holding in.
For the first time, we had a future without a deadline. He wasn't going to die. At least, not soon.
3 - The First Nice Weather (Ziggyverse AU)
Those may be the kind of people you admire from a distance, but they're not the kind of people you're supposed to fall in love with. It's nearly impossible, they say, to be strong enough not to be uprooted, while also being flexible enough to bend without breaking. But damn it, when I stared into the beautiful blue eyes of this storm, so help me God, I got swept right off my feet.
From our very first date, I knew I'd be with him for the rest of his life. But it wasn't until about a year ago before I decided I wanted be with him for the rest of mine.
You can't change the path of a hurricane. No amount of persuasion, manipulation or brute force is going to stop them from crashing into the shore. Dee didn't want to treat his condition, and to love him unconditionally was to accept that. Truth be told, when he was in his last semester at CalArts, even after he graduated and he moved in with me, you could have easily fooled me into thinking we were still thriving in the gulf, nowhere near the coast.
He wrote such passionate melodies. He sang with a siren's grace and I played my heart out. The wind howled and when the rain come down, we rode the waves like there was no tomorrow. Every inch of him was beautiful. Every sound, every taste, every touch was beautiful. We recorded our first demo and tried to shop it around, but the storm was already moving inland. The hurricane that was supposed to take the music world by storm was a tropical depression at best - an apt word, when you realize you're mourning the man you love.
Watching that once powerful storm march further inland as his muscles broke down and his body really began to waste away, was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. But I carried him and I carried on. It was like boarding up the windows after the storm had already passed. A little too late, perhaps, but wht choice did I have?
Learning about the new treatment from World Enterprises was like seeing the sun again for the first time. When Dee agreed to talk to a doctor about it - not to do it, just to actually set foot in their office and talk about it - I couldn't even fathom how much light there still was behind the clouds. When he dared to try it, when the doctor said it was working and Dee actually decided to stick with it, I swear to God, I could have flooded the world with the tears I'd been holding in.
For the first time, we had a future without a deadline. He wasn't going to die. At least, not soon.
That's when I knew we'd weathered the storm.