Nineteen

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Joe

I made my way back inside with happinesses that I could finally be with Caspar. Just the two of us. Just the two of us and the rest of the time he had... Whether that was 6years, 6 months, 6weeks... Or 6 days. I wanted to stay by his side.

I opened the door to his room, only to see the bedside table and no bed anymore. And no Caspar.

'Excuse me, love' I talked to the nurse outside the room, 'where's the patient that was in here a few minutes ago?'

'Mr.Lee?' She questioned.

'Yeah'

'He's been taken to the emergency ward, he became unconscious- supposedly caused by sudden stress. Mr Lee can't have any stress or pressure put on him during this time..' She exclaimed with sorrowful eyes.

'What? Unconscious? No..' I said, unbelievably.

'If you would like, I could ask if he wants to see you as soon as he wakes up?' She asked.

'Yes thank you, I'd like that..'

'Okay- for the time being you should go home and get some rest' she said.

'Okay, thank you nurse' i replied.

Wait... Home? What home? The apartment wasn't home without Caspar there. I didn't want to be alone anymore; I just wanted Caspar. I wanted to hug him so tight that he said 'you're crushing me' and i wanted to tell him I'm sorry until he said 'it's okay'.. But it isn't okay, is it? It will never be okay again..

And it's all my fault.

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