I woke up to Matt next to me. I learned forward and kissed his forehead. He woke up and yawned. "Good morning, beautiful." He just chuckled.
"Good morning. Can we go make breakfast?" I nodded. I picked him up and carried him downstairs. Yes, I know he could walk, but I lived carrying him. The cute face he made when he could put his head in my chest. I loved it.
I needed to head to the grocery store, too. "Hey, babe. I need to go to the store. Anything you want?"
"No, I'm alright. I'll make breakfast whole you're gone." I gave him a hug and a kiss and and walked out the door.
I was driving when I got a text from Matt.
I love you <3
I smiled and texted him back. When I looked up, all. I saw were two headlights, then darkness.
I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital. Matt was sitting next to me, crying. I tried to talk, but I couldn't. I got up from the bed and tried to hug him, but I phased right through him. I looked over. There I was, on the bed, not moving. I started to cry. This wasn't happening.
I looked up. My heart monitor... My heart stopped. Matt was screaming. The nurses pulled him out. He wouldn't leave. He was kicking and screaming, trying to get free. I sat down against the wall. This was real. This was happening.
I died.
