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?"
"I'll go this time. You always go. It's my turn." I shook my head and laughed.
"Whatever you say, darling." I pulled him into a hug, kissed him, and grabbed his coat for him. He slipped it on and started to walk out the door.
A few minutes later, I already missed him, so I sent him a text.
I love you <3
A couple seconds later, he read the message. He replied back.
I love you, too, silly
I smiled. I loved that goofball.
About 15 minutes later, I was cleaning the kitchen when I got a phone call. I answered it and cried. I ran out the door, towards the hospital. My chest burned from running, but I didn't care. Matt was hurt, and it was my fault. I finally got to the hospital. They took me to Matt's room.
He was all bloody and bruised, and it was all because I had to text him. It was all my fault. I sat down and cried. I cried for hours. I stopped when I heard the heart monitor. His heart was failing. I screamed for the nurses. They ran in and pulled me and I fell down and cried. I couldn't live without him. He was all I had.
