Locked:MithRoss/MithRoss Oneshots

Window

R o s s '  p o v

It's been 6 months since I've been diagnosed with cancer. 6 long hard months.

It's been 2 months since the doctors confirmed I would not live.

It's been a month since Max started drinking.

Let me tell you. It's been rough. All that surrounds me is white walls taunting me and a window. The window has a clear view of the small cars and bustling people of the city. It's refreshing to say at the least.

My hands clenched into fists around the white blanket lay on top of me. Without Max it's been hard but whatever releases his pain is fine by me.

Lie.

Of course I have my friends who always give me sad looks or in other words 'support' me. Adam, Jess, Micheal, John, Tim. Yet their expressions always seem...over dramatic. Acted out. Fake.

These past few days Max has been slightly sober. It's a nice start. And I'm grateful. At the moment I know he's in the waiting room. Waiting.

I slowly swing my legs across the bed and slide off, to the floor. The wood is hard and cold underneath my warm feat sending shivers up my spine. I quietly crept over to the window, ignoring any and all pain.

That's when the memories flooded my brain's thoughts. The day me and Max met in real life to trade some Runescape armor. The day we talked under the shady tree, creating a strong friendship at the park. The day Max confessed his love for me at the shore. The first time we kissed at that same beach, same day, at sunset. The first time we went to a carnival together. Max tripped right as we were going to get on the Ferris wheel. I remember laughing so hard. I can barely talk now. I remember when Max persuaded me and Tim to diss Adam out of jealousy. We befriended him again so it ended happily.

I remember it all so vividly yet so blearily from the lack of sanity as of late. Or I would assume.

But sitting here staring isn't so bad either. It's nice envying people enjoying their lives' not even knowing of my existence. Strange isn't it?

I could hear the muffled heart monitor start to slow down. The doctors and nurses, all rushing in was a very blurry.

But I saw a male redhead dart into the room through the reflection of the window. I couldn't bare to see his upset face crying over little old me. I felt warm tears run down my back as arms wrapped around my stomach. I hesitantly breathed something I hadn't said in a long while as the nurses and doctors made a ruckus, unsure of what to do next.

"I love you." 

The heart monitor then let out a long beep.

After my picture fades
and darkness has
faded to gray
watching through
windows you're
wondering if I'm
okay
secrets stolen
from deep inside
the drum,
that beats out of time...