So, I visited his hospital room today. I sat by on a stool, just staring at what I'd done to him. His face was bandaged to a point where I could only see his eyes and nose. Dry blood stained his face, he looked miserable. There wasn't much to do.
"I'll tell your mom that you love her. It may be from the person you got you into this situation anyway, but I will bring on the message for you. All I've done is be a violent, self absorbed little jerk to you. I deserve whatever you think of me."
Guilt struck my chest violently and I bit down on the side of my mouth. "I love you."
I ran off as soon as that, but turned back around when I heard a moan. I approached and held the side of the door frame. He was completely still.
I expected some kind of answer or recgonition, but nothing. I walked up to the heart monitor, and it had flatlined.
So now, I'm sitting on the railway, just remembering what happened with the knowlege that I've done something unforgivable.
There is no doubt in my mind that I won't see him again, not even when this all ends.
There isn't much to write. I'm speechless. There is one thing that I do know though, I hear the train's whistle coming closer.
