Wrong Beauty

XO 'til we overdose

Abelxo: Bae, you gotta get up for you job interview today remember?

She didn't answer. Not so much as a move. He started to take second looks then ran over to her bedside rolled her over on her back.

Abelxo: C-Cookie?! *shakes her* COOKIE!!!

Her neck didn't have a pulse. He double took at the counter.

Abelxo: *mutters under his breath* no...she. overdosed.

His instinct was not to call 9-11, but to try to save her himself. He layed her across the floor and began to press on her chest to try to revive her.

Abelxo: *huffs* come on Pookie..

He ran quickly through the cabinet and the kitchen to grab water and warm towels.

He tried again and positioned to CPR, pushing air into her mouth. He noticed that her temperature started to drop and he tried to keep her warm with anything he could find.

Abelxo: Come back Pookie!! D-Don't fucking go on me..

He pushed another breath into her and pumped her chest and she took a big inhale along with the pills she started to cough up. You could hear a giant relief in Abel's chest exhale.

Abelxo: Pookie?!! Thank god!

Her body still felt weak and flimsy but he lifted her into his arms and took in a tight hug. She barely had strength to her arms but she put her hand on his back.

Cookie: I...love you. Abelxo.

He put his head on hers.

Abelxo: You almost left....

Cookie: We can never..talk about this.

Abelxo: Okay. yes, yes. Whatever you say.

Her heart pace finally caught up.

Cookie: I..want to thank you but not thank you at the same time.

He could barely build up a sentence. He put on a concerned face expression.

Cookie: *sigh* I feel bad for you..*looks down*

Abelxo: ......

He felt so much empathy for her that the last sentence didn't matter. Her face looked a little lifeless as he looked at her.

Cookie: Don't feel like talking to me. huh?...I--

He picked up her face and gave her a strong french kiss then pulled into a hug and a kiss on the forehead

Abelxo: Don't do that anymore.. because if you leave, I'll be lifeless and without a wife.

Her voice cracked through his shirt, weak and soft.

Cookie: .....okay.