The Best Days (ON HOLD)

CH 6: Something Great

 

---HOPE'S POV AFTER SHE HANGS UP---

I pressed the end call button and tossed my ringer onto my bed. Harry noticed I was upset. But it wasn't him. It was who he made me think of. Harry's chocolate curls brought back memories of PJ's brown, messy head of hair, crooked smile and gentle eyes.

My eyes moistened. My memory flashed back to my last moments with him. His last words before he died. The words echoed through my mind. Memories flooded my mind.

F L A S H B A C K

"We're ok. We'll be ok. Don't panic." PJ's soft voice assured me. I opened my eyes to see a shattered front window leaving a naked view of the car we ran into. The music kept pIaying. I rolled my head over to see PJ leaning against his seat fully. There was blood on his arm, the side of his head and an open cut on his lip. There was blood on both of our shirts. "We're going to be ok. I got you." I began to whisper the words of the song. I was in shock and terror. PJ joined in. My stmach had a sharp pain, glass. 

"Gatekeeper seasons wait for you-" PJ coughed up blood violently. He now was gasping for air. His lung was punctured. He shut his eyes and leaned back breathing heavy and making whimpers with every breath. A few soft tears rolled down his cheek and was joined by a scarlet streak on his cheek.

"I'm not going o make it Hope." He said with a silent laugh.

"Don't say that you hear me? We can't afford doubt. You'll make it. I know. Take easy breaths." I began to cry as he took soft breaths but his cries got louder. "Think about our future, tell me about the children, do we have a son?"

"We have 8." He chuckled. "It hurts." Both of our cries got louder and more intense. I reached for his hand. He accepted my touch and squeezed. "Your shirt." PJ pointed out my heavy bleeding over my stomach.

"Look at yourself!" I chuckled. I knew he wasn't going to live, I just didn't want to believe it. He laughed with me.

"It's just a scrape." He said. He squeezed my hand. He wanted to lean closer to me but he let out a moan and leaned back. To make his last moments be filled with pleasure though it was hard with us two bleeding and crying knowing we soon won't ever be together again. I leaned in by him.

"Here you go." I giggled. He rubbed his nose against mine. Then he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle, lingering and meant everything to us. Two little nobodys suffering an accident but to each other we were everything.

"I love you Hope." He whispered. I smiled at him.

"I love you t..." His chest quit rising. And then he left. I began to sob. Our hands still held in each other. His gradually grew colder. I didn't want to move. I wanted to die with him. Thats what should be. This wasn't fair. I loved him. I had trouble breathing in between sobs and ended up gasping like he did. I wished to die. Over and over. The thoughts of his voice and my own: "I love you Hope". I needed to die. I had nothing to live for. My heart shattered with the glass, because all this was my fault.

I killed him. I didn't suggest turning down the music, I wasn't looking on the road for the car and I payed for it. 

"Thank you." I whispered. Despite my anger I was grateful for him. He was a blessing. At that moment I felt as if someone had pulled a plug out of me. I squeezed his hand once more. My eyes kept staring into his pale irises. I didn't want them to shut. Especially since they would never open again.

PJ has a special place in my heart. And in that moment, in that haven, the sun stopped shining.

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