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{2} 𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟢

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝" -𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚊

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//Y/N//

I ran to the entrance of the hospital without worrying about the looks I was getting. I went up to the receptionist and asked for the tool. Number.

I knocked once, no answer. Twice, still none. I cautiously opened the door. I couldn't believe my sight, I felt tears forming in my eyes. Why, why Jake out of all people.

I grabbed his hand, seeing all of the wires attached to him. My heart ached at the sight of him not moving. "Jake, please don't leave me. You're all I have left." I cried out to him.

I watched the screen as the heart rate started to drop. My eyes widen as I called the doctors. "HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE COME." I yelled.

Not even a few seconds later the doctors started to rush in. All I could do was watch as they did everything.

"Ma'am, please step outside." One doctor said. "No please, I can't leave him." I said crying. "I know it's hard, but please wait outside." He said escorting me out the door.

I sat there just listening to the doctors give order. My heart stopped once I heard a few words. "Time of death 6:32".

"W-what?" I said as some doctors came out. "Is Jake ok?" I said walking in front of a doctor. "I'm sorry Miss" he said looking at me with no emotion.

"No, that can't be. He wouldn't leave me alone" I said shaking my head in disbelief. "THAT CAN'T BE TRUE, NO NO NO" I said getting on my knees.

"WHY JAKE" I consistently repeated. "Miss, please calm down" he said kneeling down.

A few hours later...

//Y/N//

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't close my eyes knowing he was gone. All I could do was cry, cry my tears till I couldn't.

Maybe this was all just a nightmare. Maybe if I wake up he'll still be here waiting for me. He was the only thing I had, and now I'm by myself.

I went into his room and grabbed a plushie I gave him for his birthday. It was a golden retriever, he named it Layla.

I decided to sleep in his bed tonight hugging the plushie. I checked my phone one last time before placing it in his nightstand. All I could think about were the memories, happy and sad ones. 

I cried thinking about it, he couldn't be gone right? My tears kept falling into the plushie, before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up my eyes feeling sore, definitely because of last night. I was still in his room, hugging the plushie. I turned to grab my phone but noticed it wasn't there.

Maybe I forgot it in my room, so i decided to check, nothing. "I'll look for it later" I thought to myself.

I got dressed and headed to the kitchen to look for some food. I made myself some eggs with sausage and a side of toasted bread.

After eating I decided to head outside and go to the grocery store. But when I went outside everything was different, the houses in my neighborhood looked different.

They looked old style, this is not what it looked like. Am I ok? Am I going crazy? I saw a person walking in the side walk, he was dressed differently too..

"Excuse me, what day is it? I asked him. "It's Sunday, may 27. He said looking up from his phone. "Of what year?" I asked once more.

"1990?" He said with confusion in his face. "Wait what? 1990?" I said with a baffled expression. "T-thank you" I said as I walked away.

What am I supposed to do now? I have to look for my phone. I searched everywhere under the sofa, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. I even checked under the bed but nothing.

There was one spot I haven't checked, but why would it be there? I was making my way towards the guest room while I walked upon my phone on the ground in the hallway. How did not see it?

It looked different too, it wasn't my phone. This couldn't be mine...it looks old. I turned it on and there was a reminder notification, it read '1 month'. "One month till what?" I questioned myself.

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍...