Living In Denial boyxboy

Epilogue

Antonio

I'm not dead.

Fuck

Did someone save me or something?

I mean I did make it obvious, I literally walked away from my dead boyfriend's funeral service. They obviously knew how much I missed him. They probably suspected that I'd try to hurt myself.

Fuck! I'm so stupid. It's like one of those cliche books where the suicidal person says, "I couldn't even kill myself right".

A gun would've been better. Goldy would probably kill me if he knew what I just tried. I opened my eyes, then I rubbed then twice.

I was submerged in darkness.

Wait...did it actually work? Am I in some type of hell?

"You fucking dumbass!" I heard just before a hand hit me across the face. I fell back from the force of it.

"You couldn't fucking wait three more days? No you just had to try to kill yourself! Are you fucking stupid? Oh my fucking gosh, you are. I knew it. I fucking knew it. Three days! You just had to be all sad and shit. Did you think it'd be honorable to kill yourself? On the same fucking bridge? Using the same fucking rope?!? Fucking dumbass motherfucking arsehole!"

"Goldy?" I asked softly. I heard a click and bright lights blinded me and I rubbed my eyes for a second before I looked up and standing over me was my baby.

My Goldy.

Blue eyes, blonde hair, small frame, pink pouty lips, my Goldy.

Tears sprang to my eyes. It's too good to be true, I'm in a hospital somewhere, just dreaming.

That has to be it.

I couldn't help the sobs that wracked my chest.

Goldy is GONE. What sick trick was this?

"Ant." I heard and I cried harder, I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them.

"Get away from me! You're not real!" I screamed, saying it made me sadder. My baby is gone.

I felt small arms wrap around my head and I clung to the body. I let my knees fall down and I pulled him into my lap. I kissed all over his face.

He wasn't real, but even if this is some twisted dream I'll keep him in my arms for as long as possible.

"Ant calm down. I am real." He said.

"No. Goldy's dead." I whimpered, my face buried in his small chest. He smelled weird, like dirt or leaves or something, but his body looked clean when I looked at him earlier. I squeezed him tighter. He made a moan of pain and I quickly pulled back and stared at him.

"I'm fine babe. My dad just broke my ribs when he kicked me." He said and I started to cry again.

"I wasn't there for you! I knew I should've come to your house! I should've done something! You would've still been alive. I was selfish! I-I-"

"Shut up Ant! You're such a baby. I'm fine. I'm in your arms baby. It feels like you lost some weight though. You couldn't have done anything to help me.  He probably would've shot you dead. He tried to kill me. He hurt my mom, my mom. And he loves her more than anything in the world. I don't know if she's dead, she looked like she was, I think she was breathing. Did she make it?" Goldy asked, his body tense. I nodded numbly against his shoulder.

"Good. Chill out Ant. Besides the healing ribs, the gun shot wound I have in my thigh and my fractured ankle, I'm okay. Especially since you're here. I'm pissed that you tried to kill yourself, but I'm glad you're here. At least you didn't do it with a gun or something." Goldy said and shuddered.