Nick's POV
I slightly hesitate before opening the door to the room she is staying in. I thought of leaving the flowers and postcard at her door, but the nurse assured me that there was no one inside and that she was asleep.
I slowly push the door open and started walking towards her with steady steps. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and my heart beating faster and faster as I got closer to her. She looks so peacefull in her sleep despite the wild night she's had.
I slowly put the pink flowers and the postcard on the table next to her bed, I left the postcard blank after I decided not to tell her anything about the accident and me saving her I love her so much, more than breathing and I want her to be happy and he makes her happy, not me.
Her boyfriend Chris has made everything clear the day after the accident, He said am no good for her even if I saved her, and anyone would have done it if they were on my place I swear leaving her is so painful but not being able to do anything for her is worst. He is right and I know it too. He is the heir of the Dewan group, the largest oil and gas company in the country.
She trusts him, she has always wanted to be a famous interior designer and all to him she now is one of the most young and famous interior designer, he gave her lots of projects and always mentioned her works on his magazine and interviews, he even gave her the project to design his brand new hotel in New York.
He has been by her side since middle school, I still remember loving her since then, I used to worship the ground she walked on but she's never seen me that way and the three of us, me, her and Chris were close friends up until I confessed my love for her when we were a junior in high school, I called her at 2 am in the morning and decided to tell her how I really feel about her, I really don't remember what happened to me that night, I just felt so lonely and I couldn't stand but want her to be by my side, when my dad was in hospital for three month taking medication for his kidneys, he was okay the first two month, but the third month was the worst from all. The doctors told him both of kidney failed and that he needed a donor, my mother was freaking out, and I was depressed, I was paranoid she would fall sick too. I loved my parents so much that i wouldn't be able to stand losing any of them so I decided to donate one of my kidneys to my dad, I kept the whole thing secret, I knew they wouldn't agree so I lied about finding a kind donor that I could pay eventually when I started working. But luck wasn't on my side my dad died the day before my donation.
That was the worst time of my life I was locked in my room for 2 days straight and i couldn't bear losing Kyle too so I called her, I convinced myself she would understand and she would at least try to love me back.
I remember calling her then but she didn't answer the first time, I decided to call her again and I was so glad she finally answered on my third call.
" hey Kylie it's Nick, I'm really sorry I didn't mean to disturb you in the middle of the night but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer, so please just hear me out" I immediately started talking.
I took a deep breath and continued.
" Kylie, I have loved you since middle school, you have always been beautiful and amazing to me, I know you've never thought of me that way but if only you could try..."
"What the Fuck man?" A male voice interrupts me.
What
I didnt know what the hell would Christian be doing at Kylie's place at this hour.
Realization hits me like a truck and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces, I must have been so blinded by everything I didn't know they were going so far.
"Where is Kylie?" I mumbled the words out of my mouth.
"Oh, she's here with me but I suggest you shut the fuck up and never call her or get near her ever again or" he takes a breath "you will be next."
"Chris, what's wrong?" I heard kylie's voice in the background and he quickly hang ups the phone"
The pain was malicious. I remember those days I would sit in my room writing songs about her all day long, but here she is in front of me sleeping and I can't do anything to help her.
I stare at her for a moment before I sit down started writing on the postcard.
My hands were shaking
Kyles, am so sorry all this happened to you, I love you so much but that's no use I can't protect you as much as I want to, all I have is love for you and I can't full fill all your needs, am sure your already blaming things on yourself, but none of this is your fault the drugs, accident...
" oh my goodness Kylie, my daughter."
I hear her mom rushing in crying.
I immediately dropped the pen and started heading towards the door.
"Excuse me" her mom calls out for me.
"Yes" I reply, still facing the door, hoping she would just keep quiet and focus on her injured daughter but as nosey as she is, she doesn't."
"Can i ask, what you were doing here?"
Damn it.
"I, I was just.." I mumble
"Your probably one of her friends who put her life into this mess." She says.
"Don't say that, you don't know me at all" I roughly state still facing the door, the last thing I want is going into a fight with kylie's mom, while she is hurting.
"Listen, young man, my daughter isn't a toy to..." she beings
"Mom?" Kylie calls.
"Oh my goodness Kylie, are you okay?" Her mother rushes to hug her.
I silently thank God kylie interrupted her and i quickly run out the door before anybody could see me, she deserves to be happy and I don't want things to be any harder for her.
(Hey guys, sorry for my typing errors, I typed it using my phone, I hope you like my story so far, and don't forget to vote and comment your ideas, thanks)
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