My romantic storys

What hurts the most

I look at the guy on the hospitalbed, tears rushing down my face. 

Why?

This is the only thing I can think about. Why him? Why didn't I do something? I stare at the window, not knowing what to do. I should have said I loved him more. All I can think about is the I should've, what if..

The nurse comes in again and looks at me worried.

"Honey, please let me check on those wounds of yours.." she says but I shake my head, wiping the tears away from my cheeks.

"No," I say sniffeling "I am waiting on his parents."

"But that will take at least a few hours.." she says looking at me as if I am crazy.

"I will not leave him." I say, softly putting my hand in his.

"Okay then.. If you are really sure.." I nod my head and look back at the boy that has my heart.

"Do you sometimes think of the future?" I ask shifting in his arms to look at him. We are lying down on  his rooftop, looking at the stars. I think about the fight I just had with my dad about me wanting to go to art-school, he was really mad at me. He thinks I should go to law school because I can study so well, but that is not what I want to do with my life.

"Sometimes.." Rick answers. He looks at me with curiosity. "Why?"

"What do you see?" I ask ignoring his question. He frowns for a second.

"What I see is me being happy, I guess.."

"Isn't that what everyone wants.." I say with a sigh.

"It is, but not everybody can look into the future, and see you there. Standing in my arms, looking at our childeren growing up." I look at him and see that he is not just saying this, he means it. Every word, every letter. I smile at him, he strokes my cheek with his thump and whipes away a single tear that I didn't even notice was there.

What will I do without him? I shouldn't have been distracting him from the road, I am the reason for the accident. The other car was on the wrong side of the road but if he had seen it on time he would have been able to steer away.. Behind me I hear a sob, so I turn around and see his mother there crying her eyes out. Then she looks at me and she hugs me tightly.

"How is he?" she asks. I brush away the tears on my cheeks. She pulls me out of the hug and looks at me confused. "What happened with you?"

"Nothing.." I say shaking my head.

"That wound does not look like nothing. What happened sweetheart?" I sigh and sit down again holding onto my arm.

"I fought with one of the girls in my class." I say looking at the wound on my arm that will for certain leave a scar.

"How does this happen then?" 

"The girl pushed me through the glass door." I shrug

"Then why are you here?"

"I was expelled because nobody believed me when I told them she was insulting my family." His mother nodded and looked at me sadly.

"You are having to much stress.."

"Not more then in the last year."

"I know but I think you just snapped, that happens when a person has been under to much pressure for a long time." she explained. I feel tears coming down my cheeks. "You remember what I said last week, about you letting him go and moving on with your life. Me and Robert, we have been thinking. We think it is best for everyone to let him go." My head shoots up.