I fucking suck at writing so this is an attempt at maybe a last chapter?
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After Den ran away like a fucking idiot I decided to go to sleep, because what else is there to do? Falling asleep that night was difficult and strange all I dreamt about was, what if I actually woke up from being in a coma? What if this is actually what I dreamt about while in it. What if the pain and suffering where just thoughts and feelings I remembered. Very unsure about everything I woke up. It was dark and hard to see the clock on the side table read in the glowing numbers that stood out from the dark room. "2:45 am."
"Wonderful" I groaned and flipped on my other side. Seeing Lukas was nice, but I wasn't going to wake him up, 'Just try and go back to sleep' I told myself. As I attempt many times after telling myself to try and sleep, all the results are just, fail, fail, almost success but still fail and so on.
Getting up and leaving was probably the best option. Leaving the room and entering the hallway and realized the entire house was pitch black and there was no possible way of seeing anything in front of myself. Giving up on even attempting on finding something to do I retreat back to the room to try again. Finally succeeding in finally resting was nice.
I woke up to the sound of crying and opened my eyes quickly.
"Lukas what's wrong?!" I asked quickly
"Oh my god" He said as if he were surprised.
He hugged me. Then I noticed where I was. A hospital room. So it was, just all of my imagination. Was what he told me in my dream what actually happened? I was to afraid to ask questions being afraid of the answer and knowing what happened.
Looking out the half covered window of the room it was winter, looking around the rest of the room, dull, boring, white, IV bags hanging from metal hooks with tubes falling from them leading to my arms.
Finally to break the silence and asking questions getting over all of the shitty reasons to be afraid of the truth.
"So what exactly happened to me?" I asked
"Oh uh, you..." He trailed off seeming uncomfortable to answer the question.
"It's fine Lukas you don't have to answer" I said trying to make him better after making him feel uncomfortable.
"Are you happy being with me?" He asked changing the subject.
"Of course I am" I responded with no hesitation.
"Good" I felt him smile against my neck.
He picked his head up and just seemed so happy. Happier than usual. But I guess, I can't blame him. He probably sat here just waiting for this day.
There was something hard being softly pushed against the top of my hand, then he spoke,
"(y/n) will you..." He stopped for what ever reason knowing what the rest of the phrase was and just hugged him for what seemed like minuets ago where years...
As I ranted for over an hour to my 15 year old son who just really was regretting on how Lukas proposed. "Mom, seriously that's really long and a waist of my valuable time." He stood up and walked away. Lukas came into the room after wards and smiled "I know I wasn't in here for that but I sill heard everything" he kissed my cheek and kept going "he'll understand that your story is absolutely beautiful, one day he'll get it." He rested his head atop of mine. "I love you and what I said that day and what happened in all of those years we've known each other, I regret none of it."
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Yup, I fucking finished. There ya go. Worst ending ever I know. Butttttt there was really no other option of it ending so that's what happened yes it was all a story that you where telling blah I didn't mean for it to take a turn like that but BOOM that's what it fucking did. Ha. Life does that shit. It's like "nope you do dis" and this is the shit that comes out of life doing that. Oh and multiple brain farts and shitty typing and improper grammar! Yay for me being an absolute fucking idiot! Woooo. So yeah. Thank you for being there and enjoying my terrible writing and my shitty ending. Thanks for everything my friends.
