"You think that's a great idea don't you?, did you consider that a 6 month relationship is not gonna be fun when we know what's at stake?".
"Relax, there's nothing to be afraid of when we're both gonna die anyways."
" that's the thing, you can still live go spend your time with someone who won't be gone so fast"
"Is that all you can say promise?,after all we've been through, promise, promise me now that you'll live for my sake, if not for anyone, for me, and I promise you that I'll be there for you always "
I'll never forget what you said to me Lucas, you made a promise to me, you promised me that you'd love, why'd you have to lie about it?, why didn't you pull through for me?. Do you have any idea how I feel right now, watching them lower you into the earth?, I thought that I'd be the first one to go, why'd you have to take that away from me, why'd you take that bliss away and leave me alone to bear with the pain. Promise screamed all these words in her head, hoping and praying that even though he wasn't coming back the pain she felt from Lucas' death would subside, but her heart didn't agree with her, she was gonna ache all day, everyday, now that Lucas was gone she had finally lost everything in her world.
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PROMISE P.O.V.
It's been three years since Lucas died, I still cry every night, it's like it just gets worse and he was the only one who cared. I'm reading a book on the after life, I want to be prepared for when I see him again, so I want to know where he is, I know that I sound delusional but what can I do, he's the only one i had. My parents learned that I had blue baby syndrome, it sounds made up, but if you live the life I have to live everyday then you'd understand how very real it is, not that I would wish that on anyone God no, but it's easier to say than actually saying that I have a hole in my heart, yeah I actually do, when I was born I was blue, the disease changes the colour of my skin when it acts up. My parents being the important politicians they are, can't afford to have my existence known to the world as I was a major weakness and liability, I'm not being pessimistic today, it's just something that they told me when I was 7. They visit once a year and tell the Americans that it's for charity, I suppose it is for charity cause I don't get to see them for more than 5 minutes. They just abandoned me in a specialist hospital in Illinois and hoped that I'll get a heart donor, but it's unlikely because I have just 6 more months to live. It's funny how normal people freak out about dying while we who are on the brink of death are patiently waiting for our time to run out.
Anyways, that's not really my problem, my problem is some big shot wants to take Lucas' room, I absolutely don't want that but there are no other spare rooms left in the hospital and doc Jenna has been so nice enough to fill out the other spaces to leave me time with Lucas' room, it's not like any of his belongings are still in there, his parents took em' all home but it feels like his presence is in the room and that room holds a lot of precious memories.
I was still reminiscing on our memories, when a tall dark skinned boy rolled a travel bag into the room. To be honest he is really handsome, he looks like all these super popular cool guys that girls always hang around, but he doesn't look or act sick, he seems normal.
"What are you doing here?". I asked him, there was no way he was a patient at this hospital, then again appearances could be deceiving.
"I should be asking you that question, why are you in my room?, did the old lady mix up our wards?" He asked me, so he was a patient at this hospital, that was a serious surprise, I never would've guessed.
"What're you in for?" I asked him, but he just looked at me quizzically.
"Your disease, what're you suffering from?"
"You've gotta be the bluntest person I've met, you just gonna be straight to the point like that?"
"Yeah, is there any use dawdling?"
"Guess not, sweet and sexy"
"What?"
"I was too sexy, so I was sent here to ensure that none of the female population swoons at me"
"Wait, what?"
Is this guy being for real right now, I'm asking him a serious question and he's joking around.
"So if you're not critically sick, why are you actually here, you don't deserve to be in this room"
"Alright, get out" he said
"Why should I?"
"Are honestly this rude to everyone you meet, get out of my fucking room, I can't deal with this shit right now, please just go".
And he calls me rude, I exit the room and move back to mine. He honestly wasn't critically I'll, so why was he using Lucas' room, his presence there feels like our memories are being tainted, I know it sounds stupid but that's exactly how I feel.