"I love you." Was all he said. All he said to me inches away from me whilst I laid uncomfortably in the hospital bed. I wasn't confused, sad nor even angry, I was happy. He admitted he did. The reason why I'm not screaming at him or just crying is because I don't even know what to think of. It's overwhelming. Saying something like that on the day of my death. I'm just thinking while he looks deeply into my soul, thinking of everything. Everything that's happened and is happening. Me with just a couple of hours, minutes left to live and he says I love you. On this day I will stop suffering but I will also be losing the one person I'd loved for so, so long but hid it just for the sake of our friendship, but at least I'll be leaving to the sound of his low and raspy but beautiful voice saying "I love you." I didn't even realize it, I couldn't move, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear a thing, I was leaving second by second, and as I was, I kept thinking I've had a good run.
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There you have it.
16/3/14: Hey it's been some months and I know this completly sucks but I will be making a fanfic soon enough, I planned it for awhile but I still need to figure some things out.
4/6/14: Hey future me again, if you read till here good! I'm planning on writing a harry styles fanfiction, but not that soon.
