My Stupid Little Life

Chapter 26 : My stupid little life.

Timm's POV

Just one thing I wanna say here. "Jesus fucking Christ."

It's been about a week since her passing. After three weeks of unconsciousness, her brain has finally given up. Not that I wasn't expecting any of this to happen but it still did take me by surprise. I guess it's just that part of me didn't want to believe that she was gone while the other part of me was forcing myself to believe that she wasn't. I haven't even to get over her or anything.

I am now just walking around the town, remembering buts and pieces along the way until I come to the one and only tree which has somehow become another symbol of our friendship.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't fulfill your dream."

Yes. Dream. Remember? She wanted to grow old with me and shut but that's no longer possible.

"I guess that bad feeling that you were talking about was actually your death."

Flashback*

We walk out the apartment and head to the park. We climb up the same tree and sit in one of its branches. We watch the children, playing and running around. It runs back my mind, the way we used to be like that, innocent and carefree.

"I remember a time when we used to be all rainbows and sunshine." Micky says with her eyes shut.

"Not a care in the world."

"I know. I miss those times."

"So do I. I remember when we were still like twelve or something and this place would be our main hang out and now....we're already graduating highschool. Congrats on the valedictorian position."

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, el presidente."

"Thanks. It's been a tough week."

"Oh tell me about it but I'm sure that it'll all be worth it someday. You and me could be living the dream. We would be living in our own home. We could even have a kid and we would grow old together. It would be nice, a long journey but...nice."

"I hope that'll happen someday."

"Me too."

I start walking back and soon end up sitting in the couch in my now empty apartment. This place brings back too much memories.

You're my Lego house.

Flashback*

I was walking into the hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I place them on the table, next to all the other flowers. I look at Micky, even skinnier and paler than the last time. She was still unconscious but I didn't think that she was gonna last any longer.

"To think that it would all end like this huh, Micky?"

No reply. Typical. I'm talking to someone who is unconscious. What do you expect?

I look at her. Even if she was paler and skinnier, she still looked beautiful. Her long brown hair, spread all over her pillow, her beautiful brown eyes, closed. It was sad that I couldn't see them anymore.

"I love you, Micky."

Ding dong. Ding dong.

That was the doorbell. I was too lazy and broken to answer the damn door but I did anyways. It was Justin. He was wearing all black and had Micky's phone in his hand.

"Why do you have that?"

"Listen to this. It's from her."

He handed me the phone and I pressed play.