I want to vanish inside your kiss

(A/N: So, Cali and I have had fun with Jake and Hannah (Trace and Elliot's daughter); We decided that they should have babies (because we like babies), and they were adorable, so we had them grow up. Phillip is in love with womankind as a whole (a bit of a player); Edward claims to have no attraction to women, but falls for a woman dying of cancer (whom he never even kisses); Devin is in love with his twin sister (looooon story); and Delilah is in love with the idea of love (So far). In this scene, Sandrilene (who has less than a month left to live), is speaking with Edward's older brother and best friend (Phillip), and writing a letter to release Edward from his love for her after her death. Enjoy, and grab som chocolate and tissues. You have been warned.)

The soft whirring of medical equipment surrounded him, the noises lulling him into a steady sense of dread as he approached the frail figure lying in the bed. It hurt, just looking at her, knowing how she had once looked, knowing that she had once been a vibrant young woman, so full of energy and passion. Right now, her pale skin was stretched over thin arms, the bones nearly perfectly outlined, and the steady pulsing at her wrist visible even at this distance. He approached her, trying not to cry, as he watched the woman that his brother loved sleep so lightly. He was frightened to see the thin blue veins on her eyelids, and the way that a scarf had been tucked around her head to hide the prominent hair loss. She looked like a small waif.

Patiently he settled on the edge of her bed, knowing that she had asked to see him. He was here to take her to his home, where Edward was getting things ready for her; his father, Jake, was waiting outside to help him move Sandrilene, but before they could, she had asked to see him. Slowly Phillip touched her hand, waited for her eyes to open, and focus on him.
“Phillip.”
She sounded genuinely pleased to see him, though her voice was so soft that he had to strain to hear it.

“You wanted something, Sandry?” This woman was the one his brother loved, and she was his sister-in-law in all but legality. The gentle curve of her lips broke his heart, because he knew it must tire her greatly to smile- she didn’t smile as often as she used to.
“I want to you write something down for me. I don’t think I can do it myself.” Phillip frowned, but took the pad of paper from her table, and the pen. “I want you to deliver it to Edward after I’ve….passed.”

Phillip froze, his heart shattering under the impact of her gentle words, knowing that it would kill his gentle brother to hear her talking like this.

“Dearest Edward,” She began. “Eight months ago, I would never have imagined that I could feel like this. You have changed my life, and made me feel more alive in my death than I felt in my life. I have never loved or been loved so deeply, and I have you to thank for it. My only regret is that I am leaving you here alone. So walk in our place, my darling. Hold our butterflies, and with each gentle touch they give you, think of me holding your hand instead. If you’re reading this letter, it’s all over now, and I am no longer in any pain. For you, that may be the only good news. I hope that it isn’t. I hope that you never forget me, but I hope that you move on. I want you to be free, my love. Free to love, and to laugh, and most of all, to live.” Here she paused, crying too much to be understood. Phillip was weeping too, and he knew that it would kill his brother to read this letter. Finally, she went on.

“Don’t tie yourself to my memory, Edward. Please. Find someone who will make you happy, who will love you as I cannot- it seems that this is the only gift I can give you. To urge you on with your life. I beg you, accept my brother Lucas into your family, as he has no one else in the world. I want him seen to, beloved, and I know that you will. Life has been wonderful, and you have helped me to accomplish my dream. I know that I am dragging this letter out, and probably embarrassing your poor brother as he writes this, but that’s in the past by the time you read this. Know this: I will love you, until the end of time. Not of my time, or yours, but of all time. I will be waiting for you on this side, watching you, hoping that you will live a full and happy life. I love you. Your beloved, Sandrilene.”

Slowly Phillip folded the letter, tucking it into his pocket. He kissed the girl’s forehead as she faded out of consciousness, and called for his father…

-A month and two weeks later-

She had been gone for two weeks, Phillip wanting his brother to have some time to grieve, had postponed delivering the promised letter, but he could wait no longer. He took Edward aside, handing him the letter.
“It’s from her.” He whispered in his brother’s ear, clapping his shoulder supportively, as he moved away to offer the man some privacy.