GENRE: MG Contemporary
Cassidy's talking to her father while he's on his deathbed. Cassidy's mother, who died years ago, claimed the end of life was like the end of a book--your line just runs out--but her father claims the line continues, but perhaps, in another book.
Cassidy moved in the direction of the call button, but her father's eyes built an immediate wall in front of her. Cassidy knew this look--this wall. And she respected it.
"Come to me," he weakly demanded.
The girl moved slowly, lip quivering with each step.
"Don't think this is the end for me. Don't focus on the line. I'll be with you always. Tell me you believe that."
Cassidy didn't believe that, but her father's eyes begged her to tell him otherwise.
"I believe you."
The man smiled. His knuckles gained color and his fist opened. He ran his palm over the back of her hand. "Always believe that. I love you more than you can possibly imagine."
"Love you too, Daddy." Though her mouth was an empty well, Cassidy swallowed hard. Moments later, her dry lips welcomed the tiny drops that gravity brought their way.
The man grunted and his hand left hers. He strangled the blanket again. "Water."
Cassidy rushed to the table behind her. She reached for the water and hastily poured, more water falling to the table than in the glass.
A flat and droning hum pierced the silence.
"Daddy," she meekly whispered as she turned her head.
A peaceful smile covered the man's pale face. His grip loosened and the white blanket was set free. Cassidy's grip loosened as well, and the shattering of glass mixed with the droning hum that filled the room.
Her gaze moved to the bedside where a monitor displayed a flat line.
Cassidy stood motionless, trying desperately not focus on the line.
"Impossible," she whispered.