THE GREAT WAR ; MILEVEN TEXTING AU

thirty-four.

no one understood the pain she went through seeing him for the last time.

she was silent. she couldn't even cry anymore.

she could barely move.

she had placed a hand over his, promising him one last time. "my heart beats for you, sad boy. i'll try my best," she went to feel his pulse by his wrist, closing her eyes went she felt nothing but his scars.

there was no sign of life anymore.

"mike," she murmured quietly. "i know you're at peace now. i will always always..." she tried to fight back her sob but she couldn't even say the words out loud. "you were and are my purpose,"

she slowly reached out with frail hands, draping the white sheet over him before taking a step back.

her sad boy was gone forever.

he wasn't coming back.

and she didn't know how long she could hold on without him.

*.✧.*

a week had passed and so did his funeral.

she couldn't make it though. she tried to but she couldn't.

she was too weak to leave the hospital.

but she knew it didn't matter.

she knew that mike would have understood.

she laid sideways on the hospital bed, her heartbeat slow and her body unable to move from how tired she was from the chemo.

the doctors said there has been some progress but since she was already in the later stages, progress didn't mean that it would all be better soon.

bone marrow transplant was an option.

but she was too far down the list and her father wasn't a match for her.

for the time being, chemotherapy was the only option.

it may buy her a few more years if she was lucky.

the door creaked openly slowly and she turned her head to see who it was.

her friends.

mikes friends.

they made it their duty to visit her everyday.

"hey," max whispered and walked closer to her as dustin set down a new, small bouquet of flowers.

will put down the vase for dustin to set them in.

"hi," el responded quietly and tried to turn, making both max and lucas go assist her.

"how are you feeling?" lucas asked but el only gave a small smile, not responding.

she went and changed the subject. "how's school?"

the couple eyed each other, both concerned and worried from how often she liked to change the subject.

she hadn't once talked about mike or herself.

"good, school's okay." max answered before pouting el a glass of water. "still boring,"