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"My mother always told me to find a heart that will love me at my worst and to find arms that will hold me at my weakest. That heart happens to belong to the love of my life; Zachary Tyler.

-Madeline Peyton

Madeline's P.O.V

I clutched my chest in pain and choked on the sharply taken breaths that constantly fought with my low strength level. The ache continued to multiply, taking on a throbbing discomfort that was almost unbearable.

I collapsed to the floor and pounded my hands around me desperately, trying to retrieve the phone that was somewhere within my reach. Another punch landed itself in my chest again and it felt as if my lungs were slowly deteriorating, making it harder and harder to breathe by the second.

My shuddering fingers tapped recklessly, scrolling through the list of irrelevant names until stopping and slamming against the screen when Zachary's name illuminated brightly.

I battered the call button with my entire hand while the short breaths and blurry visions kicked in, making everything ten times more difficult than it already was.

"Hello. . .Zachary?" I whispered, hunching over to bear the excruciating pain. The surface of my chest proceeded to tighten and the sound of my thrashing heart pumped blood rapidly, setting me on edge.

"Madeline-wait are you okay?"

"I-I need you here right now," I managed, planting my face in the palm of my hand. Warm tears progressively grew, threatening to overflow with each constrained breath that somehow executed itself.

"Madeline, I needed you when my father crashed into a light post. I needed you when paramedics brimmed the sight that had me sick to my stomach. I needed you. . .when the one person who was left from my family, took his last breath." He sucked in a long, dismal breath and the line went silent.

"Your father died?" I choked out, shaking my head weakly from disbelief.

The world stopped spinning.

The rain that was pouring outside paused from its process of drenching the scenery.

The over-casted clouds constrained themselves from releasing another downpour.

And the sun had suddenly grew dim, cowering from its job to give life and maybe even the slightest bit of hope.

"Yes. . ." He paused momentarily which was most likely due to the grief and overwhelming feeling. "My mother passed away, my father died tragically and now I have no one left. It fucking sucks."

I brought the mouth and speaker closer to my pale lips and leaned my head against the wall,"You have me."

Usually, the image of his beaming smile would reoccur clearly, reassuring me about everything that we had-it was special.

With everything that was going on now, my sickness clouded the vision and his parent's death built a wall that was slowly separating us.

It made me feel sad.

. . .It promised an overcast for the future, filled with rain and sorrow.

A series of shuffles sounded from the background with a discontented grunt,"Can I ask you a question?"

I fiddled with my fingers nervously and bit the tips of my battered nails,"You can ask me anything Zach." I massaged the temple of my nose, purposely blocking out the world and what it had to offer.

"Remember when you went to the hospital the other day? What was the diagnosis?" He asked wearily, letting each word come out with caution.

I tapped my fingers against the ledge of the window-sill and teared up instantly. The tears trickled down my cheeks and slid its way into the corners of my lips. I sucked in a sob, mentally regretting the decision that I was going to make.

I had to tell him before it was too late.

"I'm dying Zach. I'm an exploding grenade that's bound to destroy everything in my path and I'm trying to distance myself from everyone-especially you. I don't want to leave the face of this earth and leave everyone's heart torn into pieces. I had so many dreams in the future and you were apart of each and every one of those aspirations and. . ."

I couldn't find the strength to continue.

I couldn't find the strength to gather my thoughts.

And I certainly couldn't find the strength to hold on any longer to the painful conversation that would probably be one of our last.

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So many of you guys have asked me this question,"Why is this story so sad?! THE FEELS-THE FEELS!"

*Sips tea and smirks* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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