True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Twenty-Two

The next day I went back to the hospital to visit Troye, of course, and take Matt out. He had the time of his life and there wasn't a second of the day when he wasn't smiling. He absolutely loved getting out of the hospital and not worrying about his cancer. He said he doesn't know how much longer he has to live. He said that he never really knew what living was. I helped him achieve that goal.

But we had the time of our lives. We saw a movie, went shopping, took a terrifying walk. It was hard to tell if he was going to fall or not every five seconds.

I did what I said and went back to the hospital everyday. I talked to Troye for a little bit and then went to Matt and hung out. He told me that I was one of his best friends because I was there for him and everyone else in the hospital was to busy dying to be his friend, or just too scared of what to expect when you die.

I'm having a little trouble excepting the fact that Matt won't be around forever. But why worry about that now when he's still here, I might as well make the most of him being here while I can.

Anyways, a few weeks have passed and I've been in and out of the hospital almost everyday.

Everyday though, when I see Matt, he tells me he's going to die soon. I never listen. I don't want him to be worried about that and I don't want to think about it.

Once when I got home from the hospital, I found Emma laying on the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's boring here without you," She said rolling over towards me.

"You can always invite Trevor over, he practically lives here already."

"Yea but he's boring too. Can't you just take a few days off of going to the hospital?"

"I'll figure something out," I held on to the necklace with the 'T' on it.

I walked into my room and pulled a small box out from under my bed. I opened it and pulled out Troyes old phone. I had an entire box of Troyes old stuff. Like his phone.

I powered it on and looked through it. I found his favorite game, looked at his old messages he happened to keep, and through his photos. Mostly pictures of us from everywhere we went together.

I smiled and put them back after looking through all his things.

The next morning I went back to the hospital to tell Matt I wouldn't be back for a few days. When he asked why I just told him I was going away for a few days.

"But what if, when you come back, I won't be here anymore?"

"Then I'll see you again, soon. I promise"

We hugged and I walked out. Some of the nurses know my name from me checking in and out on a daily basis so when I walk through the halls, all I hear is "Hi Katrina!".

In Troyes room, I sat down and began my talk.

"Troye, you know I love you, but I won't be here for a few days. It's nothing against you, I just need two or three days to have some time to myself. I'll be back before you know it. Just sit tight."

I grabbed his hand, kissed it, and walked away.

My weekend was good. Although I was scared of what Matt said. How he might die when I'm gone. What if he does. His last day alive would be horrible. Because of me.

I ended up taking more than "a few" days off from the hospital though. I took about a week off. I just thought a few extra days would be good for me. And it wouldn't hurt anyone.

"I'm going back tomorrow." I told Emma.

"Why? We're having so much fun!"

"But I feel guilty. I told Troye an Matt just a couple days. It's been a week!"

"A week tomorrow. Stay one more day."

She bribed me into staying with food.

The next day we went to see a movie.

It was good. Except for the fact that all I could think about was Matt. I couldn't focus on the movie, I talked to myself through most of it.

My phone kept buzzing through most of it but I ignored it.

During one of the boring parts I decided to see who was calling me. I turned it on to see it was the hospital.

"Crap," I whispered to Emma getting out of my seat and running out of the theater.

"What is it?" She asked following me.

"The hospital called," I said calling them back.

This could either be something really good, or really bad.

"Hel..."

"It's Katrina, what's wrong?" I asked cutting them off.

"It...it's Troye."