Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 15

The pictures they took are above, imagine it as Erin and Dylan instead of those two

Erin's POV

     He's getting worse, and I'm trying my best to hide it but I am so scared. I can't imagine how he feels right now, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to talk about it. I drove us back to his house and we went up to his room. "Erin, you know what I've noticed?" I look over at him. "What?" I ask. "We never take pictures together. I mean, I'd probably break the camera with how si--" "Dylan, you're still hot, okay?" I notice his cheeks turn a light pink, awe. He's blushing. I take out my phone and open the camera. "Let's take a few and I'll send them to you. Okay?" He nods. "Okay." I get closer to him, we're sitting on his bed. I wrap my arm around his neck and kind of hold the side of his face while he looks like he's going to kiss my neck, and I pucker my lips. I snap a picture of that. He looks at the phone and I make the same face as before, my arm still around his neck while he smiles a bit. I then snap another picture. I snap another picture of me sticking my tongue out, and my arm still around his shoulder and he made an adorable face I can't explain. For the last picture I had a smile on my face and he made another cute face, and my arm was still around his neck. I send those four pictures to him and then make the second one my lock screen and the fourth one as my home screen. I then make a small collage with those four pictures and post them on Instagram, the caption said, 'Isn't he adorable?! He is to me and I love him so much. I wouldn't choose any other guy over him, he means the world to me. <3'

     My mom told me I could stay the night with Dylan, mostly because he's been throwing up a lot. We're lying down on his bed, cuddling as we always do. "Are you hungry?" I ask him, I really want him to eat something. "No, but I do need some water, I'll go get it though." He starts to get up but I carefully push him back down. "I got it." I get up and go downstairs, I grab him a water bottle and go back upstairs. He takes it and drinks some out of it. I cuddle back up to him, he's gotten a lot skinnier I've noticed. He's gotten weaker, its hard watching him like this but I'm here from him and I don't plan to leave him. I've noticed dark circles under his eyes, like he hasn't gotten much sleep at all. I know he hasn't gotten much sleep because sometimes he'll text me at three in the morning telling me he can't sleep, I feel bad because I rarely message him back because I don't wake up from a simple text tone. I look over at him to say something, but he's asleep. I'm happy he is, he needs as much rest as he can get. I decide to take out my phone and earbuds, I then turn on 'Warm Bodies' it's a really good movie, I've watched it many, many times. It's one of those cheesy romance movies with a twist. The guy is a sexy zombie, I mean seriously. That's amazing. I soon fall asleep, and I was happy. Yet, I was worried, I was very worried about Dylan. It's hard not too.