Why did I ever smoke before? This is what I feared. Lung cancer. I remember when I was a reckless teenage boy cutting and smoking. And this was the price I had to pay. Such stupid choices. But I did stop. And yet I still get lung cancer. I hate it. Why do I still live in this world again?
The hospital was sure silent. And dark too. I shifted in the hospital bed as Dirk snored silently next to the bed. I smiled as I ran my hand through his hair. How nice. Then I looked at the window and got out of bed. Opening the window with my strength, I climbed out of the window and breathed slowly. There was a nearby river that was glistening in the moonlight. I sat down and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to stay in this world for a long time. And yet, I still have a reason to live; because of Dirk. I heard footsteps from behind me. "Hey man. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Aha, talk about Dirk. He was here. Dirk helped me up as I chuckled. "It's way brighter out here. He laughed and hugged me. "As long as your okay."
Dirk and I told each other stories that night. We shared some of our memories and how I hated him at first. I kissed Dirk's cheek as he lifted me up by the waist. He spun me around as we laughed and grew dizzy. Dirk hugged me just as he put me down and started crying. "I love you." I wanted to cry as well. For I will not be on his side forever. "I know Dirk, I know." I said as I hugged him back letting him cry into my shoulder. "I love you too"
