Love Is Love

When you smile i am undone...

Lin's POV:
I sat in the hospital by her bed. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, as if nothing could harm her... Her eyelids fluttered occasionally making her appearance seem more angelic than before. It was crazy I hadn't noticed that, she was completely and utterly beautiful. She didn't deserve to be hurt. I started to get sad again as I always do when I hear about others on their death bed. Why did she cut herself? I mean, I know why, but does she not realise how stunning she truly is? I started to talk to her in an effort to calm myself down. This place reminded me of the film house I acted in and yeesh, don't wanna remember that can of worms.
"Hey, Stacy, I want you to know that you will pull through this since you are one of the strongest people I know. I didn't even know you existed before yet somehow it feels as if I've known you for years. Why is that? Maybe you're just one of those girls who have lots of friends right? You probably are the most popular girl in your neighbourhood yet you don't wear that much make-up... I know that's a stereotype but hey, some are true right? Anyway I'm going off track, you're going to get through this because you've fought through thick and thin and I love you with all my heart." I began to say more till I realised I know almost nothing about her. I picked up a file and read:

Name: Stacy Woods
Age: 23
DOB: 25th March 1994
Depression
Suicidal
Estimated Time Of Recovery: 2 weeks

Her birthday. I quickly looked at my phone, March 25th. Great. Spending a birthday being called a pathetic bitch, cutting and therefore staying in a hospital bed are not ways to spend a birthday. She must be 24 now... So where are her real parents? I couldn't ask a nurse since they wouldn't know. About an hour later of talking to myself mainly she opened her eyes.
"Hi honey."
What?
"I'm sorry?"
"Babe, where am I?"
I looked around in case there were any nurses before saying my next sentence.
"I-I'm not your boyfriend Stacy..."
My heart melted as she started to cry, her tears making her look twice as vulnerable as she seemed.
"Y-you're breaking up with me?"
A tear rolled down her cheek yet she didn't seem to care, her lips quivering as she caught it between her teeth, all the while looking down as if she were degraded in some way. I couldn't do this to her. Not after what she just did to herself. Head in hands I finally decided what I needed to do. It may kill my future self but I couldn't upset her after she tried to commit suicide. She was way too sensitive to receive news like that when she believed it so much.
"Of course not b-babe! I was just daydreaming"
Silently cringing at the pet name I mastered a fake smile.
"I love you Lin"
So she knew she was talking to me. Is this real?
"I love you too Stacy."
The words rolled of my tongue easily, as if I were meant to say them. Am I really doing this? She's 24, and is in a hospital bed. 24! A young nurse knocked on the door before opening it to find Stacy asleep and me looking at the floor.
"Still hasn't woken up yet?"
She said chewing gum. Is that even allowed? Sanitary? I thought quietly for a moment before responding a quick:
"No."
"Too bad, well visiting time is over but I could push 5 more minutes just for you."
She winked at me in a sultry manner. For gods sake.
"No. I best be off"
I briskly walked out the door thinking next time I'll choose the hospital she stays in. With proper staff. Until I paused, wondering what just happened... She said she loved me. Will she remember this when she wakes up? Is it just the medicine? Did she mean it? But more importantly, do I mean it? I texted Javier:

Me:
Hey, can't do the show tonight
got a lot to think about.

Javier:
Ugh, fine. Better be important.

Well this isn't that important. Is it? She could be lying and everything will go back to normal. But do I want that? God, she said four words, just four, yet they seem to have taken over my life. No. Vanessa. I love Vanessa. Vanessa loves me. Why does Stacy Woods have to suddenly appear and confuse everything? I want to hate her but I physically and mentally can't, it's as if she's taken control of me already and I cannot bear it. I took a long mindful walk by myself to try and figure things out. This Stacy girl, why does Stacy sound better to say from my lips than Vanessa? Why does Stacy Miranda sound better than Stacy Woods? Why? Just why in total will do, nothing made sense to me and it didn't take a close observer to tell I was conflicted and in a full-blown war against my head and heart. Heart. No. Just against my head right? Two thoughts in the same mind against each other? Yeah, just head, just my brain. Loves got nothing to do with it at all. Not at all. It began to get colder as I pulled my jacket closer around me almost giving myself a hug, I could see others inside their houses holding mugs of hot chocolate while toasting their feet by the fire. They didn't have a care in the world except from their love for one another. Fuck. Why do I keep on mentioning love? I love Vanessa. Va-ness-a. Yet despite all of my efforts the knowledge crept upon me like a predator on its prey. I was wrapped around Stacy's finger and there was nothing I could do about it.

AN: DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!!!!! Nothing more to say...