Never Ending Love([Merome])

For Lack of a Better Name

Jerome's POV:

I sat in a wood chair in the waiting room. My heart felt so slow, that it could stop any minute. Sometimes, I wish I could be a free Bacc, and roam the woods where I lived. Or, once lived anyway.

I missed Mitch's laugh, the fluffiness of his hair, the way his words danced in the air. I try to imagine his warm breath on the nape of my neck, but I couldn't. I want his body here to warm mine, and tell me to be alright because nothing was going to happen...

I open my eyes and realize everyone in the waiting room was staring at me. Then I lifted a few shaky fingers to my face and felt the warm tears betraying me.

"Mr. Jerome Aceti?" a loud doctor calls out.

I reluctantly rise from my chair and saunter to the doctor.

"Follow me please."

I follow him, and trip a few times over my slow feet. Down a hall, round a corner, another hall...

Then he stops in front of a door.

"Good luck," he whispers. I nod and push open the door that would surely lead to relief.

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Mitch's POV:

I am confused by this place. Too many things to see, and I float in the air, then I look back down at my body laying in the hospital bed.

Wait- no. This can't be.

The door opens, and I see a strange man walk through wearing a PowerMovesOnly T-shirt. He is extremely attractive, and I land in the ground in front of him. I try to put my arms around him, but they go through his body. He walks to where my solid body is and sits down.

He looks at it for a moment, then lays his hand on the face. It must feel cold to him, because he pulls his hand away and rubs them together. He then puts two fingers to the neck, then he throws his hands up in the air. (Don't you even song that song) I see tears well in his eyes, then he puts his face in his hands and sobs silently.

I feel a pang of guilt for some strange reason. Why was this beautiful man crying? Can't he see I am right here? (Up by the ceiling, that is) Was this situation my fault?

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Jerome's POV:

I put two fingers to Mitch's neck, to feel...something. But there was nothing.

My world just crashed. I stopped cutting myself...for nothing. I had loved...for nothing. I was numb with pain. I throw my hands up.

'What did I do to deserve this?' I thought.

Before I could stop them, tears betrayed me again and made their appearance. I put my palms on my face and sulked silently. After a few minutes, I just sat there, unsure of what to do. Then, I felt the volcano of pent up anger erupt.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!?" I screamed.

I punched the wall with all my Bacca might. An explosion of pain, and then I looked at my hand and almost fainted.

Bones stuck out at every which angle, and blood poured out of my skin. Veins and nerves sprouted from underneath my knuckles, and I could also see some of the thin tissue and muscle. My eyes roll up, and I fall to the floor.

I swear somebody was watching me the entire time.

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I did just write this.

What happens next?

I guess you'll just have to wait and see...

Love you all

Yes including you where ever you are

~Shaymin has vanished