No One Gets Out Alive ~DISCONTINUED~

fifteen

Kate

I rented a car and drove to the hospital. I parked and ran inside. My dad was on the 5th floor so I had to ride the elevator up to his room. Once the elevator reached the floor, I went to find my dad's room. A nurse directed me and I quickly walked over to his room. I slowed down as I got closer. I watched him sleep through the window for what felt like hours before sitting down on the ground by the door.

I left furious with him. Why am I here now? Does he even want me here? I shouldn't have come

All of these horrible thoughts went through my head and I started crying again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried in a ball. My phone started ringing and I immediately recognized the ringtone.

Kirsten.

I took a deep breath and declined the call. I texted her to tell her where I was. The time was 6:30 and I had gotten to the hospital at 2. Once I sent the text to my sister, I listened to my answering machine for the 10th time in the past 5 minutes.

"Hey! This is Grant! You've reached my baby sister, Kirsten. Haha, I'm just kidding. This is Kate's phone. She might call you back"

"Leave a message!"

"Kate?" a voice said. My phone shot to my lap as I looked up quickly. I saw someone that I thought I would never want to see again. I quickly jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. He held me tightly as I cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and whispered comforting things like "everything is going to be ok" in my ear. I got to the point where I was no longer sobbing and pulled away. He held my arms, keeping me close to him.

"Are you ok?" Jake asked, making eye contact with me. I focused on the concern in his eyes and nodded, speechless. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes locked with his.

My mind went back to all of the FaceTime's and the late nights and all the fun memories. Then, I remembered the bad ones. The ones we kept off camera. How we fought sometimes but could never stay mad. We were both being torn apart about not being together and seeing him in pain because of me was the worst thing ever. We moved to sitting down in the chairs outside of my dad's room. I kept getting thought after thought about Jake and all the memories. In attempt to get rid of these thoughts, I got on twitter. I saw an edit of Jake and I and the tweet in the middle was "true love isn't about all the fights. It's about what you would do for the other person." At that moment, I realized everything I would do for him and the fact that he followed me all the way back to Ohio. I looked up at him and he looked back at me. I did something I never thought I would get to do again. I crashed my lips onto his and he almost immediately kissed back. His hand went up to support my head as I delicately put mine on his cheeks. There were sparks everywhere, like the forth of july, and as much as I hated cliche, cheesy moments, I never wanted it to end. I pulled away and looked at him. He had a huge smile on his face and I couldn't contain mine.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I love you" I confessed. His smile grew bigger, if that was even possible.

"I've always loved you" he replied quietly. I felt my face get hot and I looked away. Our happy moment was ruined by the door to my dad's room opening.