I slowly opened the door to Sam's hospital room.
"Jay!" Her voice rasped.
"Sam!" I rushed forward and buried her in my arms.
She laughed weakly. Sam was propped up by a bunch of pillows on the hospital bed. Her smile was just as bright as always, just as beautiful. Her hair smelled of flowers, which reminded me of the gift I had brought her.
"Here, Sam. Just to brighten up your day a little bit more." She gasped.
It was another bouquet of the purple flowers I had given her a long time ago. She leaned in to smell them, but looked up, bursting into immediate laughter. "Your hair, Jay!"
Not again. I smiled and brushed flower petals from my head. I laughed too.
"Thank you."
We sat there in silence for a moment. No words were needed to express our emotions. Love poured from every inch of our beings. I leaned forward and cupped Sam's face in my hands. Then, I kissed her.
It wasn't like one of those kisses you gave when you didn't really care. This was one of those kisses that soldiers gave their wives when they returned home from war, the kind of kiss only true love could inspire. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her there, while her hands moved to the back of my neck. We finally pulled apart.
"What was that for?" She asked, breathless.
The answer came as quickly as breathing, as walking, as blinking. "Because, Sam, didn't you know? I love you."
She smiled and pressed her forehead to mine. "I love you too, Jay."
Maybe my fault was loving her too much. Suddenly, that beautiful moment turned sullen. She was so beautiful, so sweet, so amazing, so strong, so brave. She had sacrificed everything for me. Now it was my turn to give her the one thing I could.
"I have to go, Sam." It pained me so much to say those words, to part with her.
"Bye!" She smiled at me.
It took all of my strength to step one foot in front of the other. I smiled at her, but it turned out like more of a wince. "I love you." I breathed.
Then, I closed the door behind me. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I wiped them away. Saving Sam, it would require everything from me. I focused on breathing, and then slowly, slowly, walked away from room 109.
Was that a mistake?
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No Wings To Fly
Teen Fiction"Your Wings Were Ready But My Heart Was Not." ~David Fylnn A girl and boy hopelessly fall for each-other when the world seems like it is crashing down around them. The two try to find themselves and alter their future together, though they are give...
