Nick's parents went into Nick's room first. They thought it would be good so that I could talk to Nick on his own. I listened to their conversation from outside of the room. They were talking about the operation and how Nick was going to be fine soon. I didn't want to talk about that when I got in there because I know that Nick wouldn't want to. Right now he would want a break from it all, from all of the worrying and stressing over him. The conversation that Nick and his parents were having changed. Nick asked about where I was and his parents said that I was just outside the door. Nick asked his parents to go and get me but they said no and that I was still trying to adjust to everything that had been happening. That wasn't true. I had adjusted. I wanted to walk in there right then and protest against that statement but I didn't. Eventually Nick's parents came out and invited me to go inside and see Nick. I walked inside and saw a familiar sight, Nick attached to tubes. A tear rolled down my cheek. It was too much. I sat down next to Nick,
"Hey gorgeous, why are you crying? I'm going to be fine. I'm sorry that I couldn't complete my big finish at the formal. There is always next year though," I laughed while sobbing at the same time. I stopped crying as soon as I realised that I was sitting next to a guy that had brain surgery, nearly died and is now in hospital indefinitely. It was wrong to cry in front of a person that has been through so much. I looked up at his face and saw his lips, the same lips that I kissed the day I confessed my love for him. A smile formed on my face,
"That's the smile I like to see. What are you thinking about love?" Nick asked me. I loved the fact that he could still be so positive and loving, even though he's so sick,
"Our first kiss," I responded, making eye contact with Nick. His eyes were shining, despite the horrible lighting in the room,
"Oh, I remember that day so clearly. You should've heard Brittney go off of her head at me when I broke up with her. It was the best decision I've ever made though because if she was still dating me, she would've dumped me as soon as I was in hospital from the car accident. You haven't done that though, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. You do know that if it gets too hard you can leave. You can walk out of that door right now and I won't be mad," Nick had a desperate look on his face, expecting that our relationship would end right there and then,
"Now why would I do that? All you've done is be there for me, so I'm not going to leave you anytime soon," I spoke to Nick in almost a whisper. I couldn't believe that he thought I would want to leave,
"What would be the last thing you would say to me if I were to die tomorrow?" Nick asked out of the ordinary. I thought about it for a second and then replied,
"I don't want to think about you dying but I would say this : I am going to miss having my handsome Nick around. I'm going to miss seeing your dreamy eyes. They were the ones I look into and blush automatically. I'm going to miss your perfect hair. I would always stuff it up just to make you annoyed. Overall I'm just going to miss you. You're the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason for the smile on my face. I will never forget the memories we shared and just promise me that you won't either. I love you and I'll miss you forever," I wondered why Nick asked such a serious question. I think he thinks he's going to die tomorrow but that's not going to happen. It can't.Nick slowly started to recover. A year had gone by and Nick just had monthly visits to the hospital. One day when I was over at his house, I found an envelope with my name on it. I asked Nick what it was and he tried to snatch it from me. I managed to run out of the room, locking Nick in there and I opened the envelope. There was a letter inside. It read :
Dear Grace,
I remember the day I first laid eyes on you, we were in Kindergarten. I thought that you were gorgeous, I still do. Every year we created at least one new memory. The most recent ones have been my favourite because I've been able to love you in a way that I never though I'd be able to. I love you so much. I love the way that you smile at the ground when you blush and the way that your hair shines in the sunlight. I love the way how you are so smart and the way that you are so humble, not arrogant. I love the way that you are always yourself, despite what anyone thinks and the way that you understand me. I've never met such an amazing person in my life. I'm so lucky to be the guy that is able to kiss your lips, to hug you and to call you mine. It truly is a privilege, Grace.I know that you aren't going to want to hear this, but I think that things are going to be over soon, my life that is. If things do take a turn for the worse, promise me that you will find true love and that you will be happy. I want to be able to look down at you and say to all of my mates in heaven that you were my girlfriend and trust me, all of them are going to say nice one mate. You have been there for me through everything, as a best friend and recently a girlfriend. I want you to understand that I am so grateful to have you in my life. A person that cares for me, understands me, laughs at my terrible jokes, loves me for me and someone that makes me smile all of the time. Thank you, Grace. I will never forget our first kiss or the night of the formal (when you looked stunning), then again you always look stunning, even when you don't try. You could be wearing trackies and a jumper and you would still look a million dollars. I remember the night that I asked you what you would say to me if I was to die tomorrow. You said something really sweet, that I still remember. This letter is what I would say to you if I were to die tomorrow. We live in a pretty unpredictable world, Grace. I think we are going to feel the effects of it soon. Just remember that no matter what happens I love you.
Yours truly,
The love of your life, Nick
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Fool's Gold
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