Love and Death

Axel

I had a lot of fun over the past 6 months or something like that. Over that time I figured out how much I loved that boy. He was so fun to talk to and hang out with. I began to space out when hearing his voice. Even though I was constantly saving the boy, I didn't mind. It was nice to always be there for someone. To be so close to someone. Even though I was sad with his outlook on life.

I learned to live with it and all of his dark jokes. He would joke about how meaningless life is saying things like "What's the point in life? I mean no one makes it out alive." Anytime he said things like that he would be slightly laughing. Though I didn't really approve of his jokes, hearing him laugh made it worth it.

It was a normal day. I was just about to go to bed when I got a text. At first I was gonna ignore it, go to sleep and then look at it in the morning. Though after a minute or so someone popped into my head. I jumped out of bed and rushed to my phone. I was right. I got a text from him saying goodbye. It read "Dear Axel, I'm sorry. I know that you know the point of this message but please read it anyway. This is my goodbye. Thank you for everything, really. I had a lot of fun over the past few months and meeting you means everything to me. I'm so sorry. Goodbye." I knew that I might be too late.

I felt tears form in my eyes and slowly roll down my cheeks. The tears were hot and painful. A breath got caught in my through and I was worried I wasn't going to be able to speak. I called him and every ring hurt my ears. Then he answered. I went to speak and almost couldn't.

"Please don't." was all I could say. I strained my voice to speak and you could hear the pain in my voice.

"I'm so sorry," he replied. My chest got tight. He was crying.

I knew where he was from the background noise. He was at the bridge. I knew it wasn't far. I ran to the bridge to see him about to fall. I had to save him. In an instant I was in front of him. I pushed him from the edge. And then I fell. I had tears running down my face as I stared back at the boy. Then I smiled. He was crying even more than before. Then he jumped. I grabbed him and pulled him into my embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. I knew what he was thinking. He knew I would die and he blamed himself. I grabbed his chin and made him look at me. I kissed him. His lips were soft and also wet from crying. I was happy. I finally got to kiss the boy I love. Then it was over. It all turned black.