Black Butterflies (Short Story)

I made this up in Science class, when i was bored a s hell, and this idea just popped in my head. like BAM write me! So here it is, probably the saddest story i've written. And i was crying the whole time i was writing it. All of my classmates looked at me funny. XD!

Quibblo does not own this. Becca Corvec (me) does
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Chapter 1

Black Butterflies

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I stood there, in my blood red ball gown, waiting for my date to arrive. It was the day of Prom, and my best friend had asked me out. His name is Jorge, and I have had the biggest crush on him since Grade 1, but I never let it show. I thought it would ruin the friendship we had, but he had asked me, so I accepted. It was half past eight; 30 minutes since the dance started and I started to get worried. Time moved slowly and it was almost unbearable. My cell phone rang from my purse. I hesitantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Are you Elizabeth DeLoire?” the man asked.
“Yes?” I said cautiously.
“Good. I’m calling to let you know that Jorge cannot make it to your house tonight. He was in a car accident. We aren’t sure if he will make it.” He said. I burst out into tears.
“He asked me to call you. He wants you to know that- Oh; he can speak. Here.” He said. There were noises coming from the other end.
“Elizabeth?” a weak voice whispered.
“Jorge?” I replied quickly.
“I want you to know that if –cough- I don’t make it, I love you and I always have. I will wait for you in heaven, I promise.” He spoke.
“Jorge, you’ll make it. At least make it until I get there.” I cried.
“I will. For you.” He croaked, “Hurry. I don’t know how long I can last.”
“I will see you again Jorge.” I said before I hung up the phone. I grabbed the keys to my car and raced off. The hospital was only a twenty-minute drive away. I raced inside and talked to the lady at the desk.
“Jorge Morique?” I asked.
“Floor 2, room 109.” She replied coldly. I raced up the stairs, with no time to wait for elevators. First came room 107, 108, and finally 109. I knocked on the door. A man in a lab coat and a mask came out. He nodded at me and let me in. Jorge was in a full body cast and a billion monitors attached to him.
“Elizabeth.” Jake whimpered.
“Jorge I’m here. Don’t leave me.” I took his hand and started crying. He used his better arm to stroke my hair softly.
“Elizabeth, I love you. I have held on long enough. Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. I will wait for you in Heaven. My world will rejoice when you join me. Just remember, I love you.” He said. He slowly closed his eyes and the monitor went blank. I cried even harder. I began screaming his name, praying that he would come back. Eventually I calmed down, and the doctor told me I had to go.
“Jorge, I love you too. I always have, and I always will.” I whispered before I left the room. I cried all the way to my car, my mascara running and my eyes puffy and red. A black butterfly landed on my hand, and slowly flapped it’s wings. One moment, there was nothing there. The next, on the wings of the butterfly, was written: I love you, and I always will.

~The End~

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