today was a new day, january 2.
a new year.
a new day.
dr.collins told me that the surgery was a success and that he would be waking up soon.
i wanted to be the first person he saw, so i made my way to his room.
still in pain from the accident, but i was lucky to not leave with any broken bones.
i got to his room, sitting down on the chair next to his bed.
it's amazing to think how far i've come.
all i wanted to do was make my life more exciting, to be someone, someone memorable, to maybe impact someone's life along the way and have so good old fun.
i didn't mean to meet dallas, on a rooftop and get locked out.
although, i was thankful for that day.
because that day changed my life forever."am i dead?" a voice croaked out.
dallas slowly opened his eyes, as i hurried to his side and gave him a big hug.
"okay, now i know i'm not dead because this hurts."
"sorry." i smiled innocently.
he examined my appearance and gave me a warm smile.
"you look better then the last time i saw you."
"dallas, forget about me. how are you doing?"
"you look pretty."
he dodged the question and i blushed.
"blue, your blushing."
"dallas!"
he laughed, holding on to his chest.
"what?"
"dallas, are you okay?"
"seeing that my life expectancy is longer then i originally expected. yes, i'm okay."
"good."
"blue, you weren't worried about me, were you?"
"of course i was."
he smiled and i smiled.
he took my hand in his and looked me in the eyes. honey to chestnut.
"indigo stevens, will you go on a date with me?"
i thought for a moment already knowing the answer.
"dallas bloom i accept your invitation."
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...