𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠 .ᐟ m.s

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌  🕯️˖˚ ｡⋆ ᥫ᭡

pt. 1 ...... ❛ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❜

( you're somebody else , flora cash ) 

𖡡 hospital.

9:47pm at night...

     I was crying the whole way here, thick mascara running down my cheeks and streams of snot wiped away on my scratchy fall sweater.

Now raw terror rushes through me, spreading throughout my whole body. My veins ache and pulse with emotion, thoughts scattered like missing puzzle pieces. And like a sudden storm on a sunny day, emotions attack and consume every thought hidden in mind.

The doctor rushes me to the room quickly, understanding the feeling of hopelessness pounding through me. We pass various rooms full of injured patients. I peer through each window quickly, noticing the cards and bouquets of flowers that sit at their tables, each one picked and filled with so much love.

When we reach his room my feet slow to a stop as I pause right in front of the door.

The doctor looks at me and gives me a pitiful smile. I smile at her kindness but can't help but want to shout at her for the pity she feels for me. But before the annoyance consumes me too greatly, the all too familiar feeling of sadness fills me.

I inhale, chest rising. And exhale, lips shaking slightly.

And while the doctor disappears into the distance I slowly grab the doorknob. And as if I don't know what's on the other side of the door, I twist and pull on the doorknob ever so slowly. Once the door is finally open I let my eyes fall onto the center of the room.

My whole body stills as if I'm in a trance, muscles locking and bones freezing. The sight is so heartbreaking and tragic it makes my heart drop into my stomach. And all the built up hope I have planted in my heart that he is okay falls away.

With my feet still rooted into the ground in sorrow and terror, my hand falls from the doorknob. And my breath slows momentarily as I watch his still figure laying on the bed. Quickly, my vision blurs with water as I raise a terribly shaky hand to cover my mouth in shock.

Though I shouldn't be shocked. Not one bit.

Yet, my breathing grows inconsistent as a sob breaks the silence. It rattles my bones, torn and battered with the tears I cry. But needing nothing more to hear his voice, to see his beautiful brown eyes, to feel his hand in mine, I step into the room.