If You Kiss Me Goodnight (Boyxboy)(Kellic)

Chapter 11

Vic's POV **

The drive to the hospital felt like forever. I was so worried. I rushed to the front doors and then to the front desk.

"Kellin. Kellin Quinn." I stated to the lady. She gave me a disapproving look. "I'm sorry miss. I'm just really shaken." She nodded and proceeded to type some things into her computer.

"I'm sorry sir. No one by that name is a patient here." I was confused at first but then it clicked.

"Try Kellin Bostwick." I said. She typed again.

"Hm, yes. Kellin Bostwick." Her whole mood dropped and was replaced by one of sorrow.

"What? What is it?" I demanded.

"N-nothing. Just, room 210. It's down the hall, through the double doors on your right, then talk to the lady at that desk." She instructed me.

"Thank you." I said then did as I was told. I walked through the hall and stopped at the only double doors there were.

'Intensive care'

There has to be a mistake. Dread filled my stomach. I pushed past the doors and went to the desk.

"Maybe I help you?" She wondered.

"Uhm, yes. Room 210?" She typed in her computer.

"Kellin Bostwick?"

"Yes. That's who I'm here to see."

"And I assume you're Mr. Fuentes." She asked.

"Just Vic." I replied.

"Please wait here." She said and got up and left.

She was gone for a few minutes then came back with a doctor following her. I stood up to greet him.

"Hello Vic, I'm Dr. Sykes." He introduced himself and held out his hand for me to shake. I grabbed his hand firmly and shook it.

"Where's Kellin?" I asked.

"Please take a seat." He requested. I did as he said. "Vic, Kellin was found, let's say, unconscious on the ground by a young couple. We did everything we could but..."

"What are you saying? No! He's not! He's still alive!" I insisted; tears begging to escape my stained glass eyes.

"I'm afraid he was dead before we even arrived, Vic. He jumped off of an eleven story building."

"No! I don't believe it, I won't!" I stood up and ran down the halls. "Kellin! Kellin baby, please. Where are you?!"

I stopped in my tracks. I turned my head and looked into the room next to me. There he laid. I walked in the room, slowly and hesitantly.

"K-Kellin?" I touched his pale hand. It was frozen to the touch. Half on his face was caved in on itself and his arm was being held in a cast along with both of his legs. I put his hair behind his ear. I couldn't stop the tears any longer. I let them flow out of me.

I placed my head on his un-beating chest.

"I-I'm so sorry Kells. I-I was supposed to pro-tect you." I began sobbing uncontrollably. "I, I need you Kells. Don't be gone. Please. I love you."

I dropped to my knees as I became to weak to hold myself up. The doctor came in.

"I'm sorry for your loss sir."

"Cut the formal crap." I told him. He apologized and left me there. I climbed into the bed beside him and lied on his chest. I laced my fingers with his and cried on his shoulder.

"As we wake up in your room,
Your face is the first thing I see,
The first time I've seen love,
And the last I'll ever need." I sang softly into his ear in hopes that maybe he'll still hear me.

"Kellin," I said, "My future is going to be nothing without you." More tears fell down my cheeks.

"And if you kiss me goodnight I'll know, everything is alright. Second chances won't leave us alone. Cause there's faith in looove..." I sang to him again.

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I've never really been on for funerals, but this one is one that I wouldn't miss for the world. Almost the whole school showed up. It sickened me that all these people all of a sudden seemed to care but when he was alive, they didn't give him a second glance.

"And now, a few words from Vic." I stood up and walked up to the podium.

"Kellin was my best friend. My first love. My first companion. The only one who I could talk to when times got rough. Kellin and I found each other one day. I was sitting under a willow down by the creek, strumming a few sour notes on my guitar. I had had a rough day and I came there to think. Kellin came behind me. He told me, 'It's a beautiful song so far. I'm Kellin. You know, I've always wanted someone to write a song about me.' Well Kells, I did."

I grabbed a piece of paper from my jacket with his song written on it. I walked down to his coffin and tucked it into his pocket. I leant down and kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight." I whispered. I asked back up to the podium.

"Kellin, I'm going to miss you so much. I love you." I said then took my seat as I began to bawl my eyes out for the millionth time this week. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring hug.

"It's alright Viccy. He's in a better place now." He told me.

"But why? Why'd he do it Mike?" I pleaded.

"I don't know Vic. I don't know. I'm sorry."

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Everyone had left by this time. I told my parents that I'd catch up with them later. I wanted to say bye one last time. I sat in front of the pile of soil that covered his casket.

"Hey Kells." I sniffled. "I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry that we weren't together longer. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. Why did you do it Kellin? Why didn't you call me first? I love you. Please Kellin."

I didn't know what I was asking for really. But it's felt right. A few tears rolled down my cheeks from my already swollen eyes. I stood up on weak legs and walked away after placing a single white rose on his grave.

I drove home and went straight to my room. I hadn't been up here much since he died. I was feeling really tired because of the crying and because I hadn't slept in a few days.

I lied down on my bed that didn't feel too comfortable at the moment. I slipped my hand under my pillow. There was something there.

I sat up and grabbed it out. It was a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and read the writing.

My hand covered my mouth as disbelief and dread washed over me.

It was all my fault...