Your POVSickness and death are one in the same. Sickness is like a little rip in your favorite pare of jeans. You try to ignore but you always seem to be aware that it's there. Death is like someone coming and putting there fingers in that rip and stretching it until your jeans are in half.
But then there's life. New life. Old life. No matter whos life it is it will be able to heal you. Someone elses life is like the needle and thread you need to help stitch up that rip.
Hayes was that needle and thread. He was the one to heal me. To stitch me back up and make me whole again.
My grandma had just died of cancer and I hadn't came out of my room since the funeral, two days ago. I was sitting on my bed thinking 'why does life have to be so unfair?'. I wasn't crying. I couldn't. All my tears were already shed until there were no more left.
As I stare at the cream colored walls I hear a faint knock on the door and the creaking of it opening.
"Baby, are you okay? You haven't come out of your room for days and I'm worried", Hayes said walking over to me sitting on the edge of the bed.
I don't respond and continue staring at the wall in front of me. I here sniffles and take a quick glance at Hayes to see him crying into his hands.
"Please say something. I need to hear your voice. To know your okay.", he said unto his hands.
I reach my hand out and run my fingers slowly and gently down his arm, as a tear I didn't know I had runs down my face.
"Hayes", I say softly and cautiously not know if my voice would come out.
His head shoots up and his eyes lock with mine. I look him in the eyes for about a second until he flings his arms around my waist, and shoves his face into my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and breathe in his scent. After a few minutes of sobbing into each other's shoulders I pull away to speak.
"I'm sorry I scared you I'm just sad", I say playing with his fingers.
"I know baby girl, but look at me",he says lifting my chin up," I will be with you through all of this okay? I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here until you feel better."
I nod and he leans down kissing me softly as if he was thinking if it was any harder he'd would break me.
He pulls away and lifts me off the bed, carrying me bridal style to the bathroom. He sets me on the counter and starts the bath, feeling the water every now and then making sure the water temperature isn't to hot or cold.
Once it's finally the right temperature he comes picks me off the counter and sets me on the tiled bathroom floor. He slowly and as softly as ever start to take my clothes off. After all my clothes are off I step into the bath he had prepared for me and sit down, letting my body sink into the water.
I watch as Hayes, gets a rag from underneath the sink, kneels beside the tub, wets it, and starts cleaning my body. After he's done cleaning my body he gets a cup and starts on my hair. He wets my hair, puts shampoo in it, massaging it around my scalp, rinsing it out, and repeating his actions with the conditioner.
Once I'm all clean I stand up as Hayes wraps a prepared towel around me and picks me up, carrying me to our room. He sets me on our bed and goes to get clothes for me. He comes back with a pear of underwear, a pair of his boxers, and a sweatshirt for me to wear. I slip on the clothes and sit on the bed as instructed be hayes, before he walked out of the room.
Hayes came back with a brush and a hairband and sat behind me on the bed. He started gently brushing the tangles out of my hair being a careful as possible trying not to snag the brush. After he was done I felt him flipping strands of hair around each other making a braid. He finishes wrapping the hair band in my hair and set the brush on the nightstand, turning off the light.
I lay down pulling him with me. I snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
"Thank you Hayes, I love you so much", I say truthfully.
"Your welcome baby girl, and I love you more", you smile and fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
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This one was kind of a tribute to my grandma. The beginning might not make much sense but I was trying to explain how I feel. Okay I love you guys and make sure to vote comment and request.
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