the fall • s.m.

32 • friends

// shawn mendes //

@shawnmendes: "you're a mystery. I have travelled the world, and there's no other girl like you." -Dive, Ed Sheeran

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some days later...

I walked into Margot's room, her latest bouquet of yellow roses with a generic get well soon note attached to it in my hands. She smiled upon seeing me and chuckled.

"Today we ask the classic question..." I trailed off, looking for her answer.

"Who sent these flowers?" she asked, and I laughed.

"And these are from..." I glanced at the note, then at her, grinning.

"You're really hyping this one up," she said with a small smile.

"Get well soon, Margot! We love you and miss you, and we're counting down the days till we can see you. Love, Calvin and Rebecca Walters," I read off the tag. She had mentioned before that they were a couple of her best friends. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened.

"No. Way."

"Hold on, there's another note," I said.

"P.S. no we didn't get married/engaged, I was just testing it out. Love, Cal," I said, and she laughed.

"Thank God. If I didn't get to see them get married, I would be furious," she replied, taking the flowers from me and examining them with a smile before setting them down on the table next to her.

We've developed some kind of system here. I come and stay for a few hours and give Margot's family a little bit of a break and give her some company that's not just her own family, and then I leave. And whenever flowers are delivered for her, the lady at the front desk has made a habit of waiting for me to give them to her.

"You just seem so excited to bring them to her. So I'll just keep giving them to you," she had told me with a sweet smile. And I was excited to bring them to her. I just wanted to see Margot smile, that's all.

The two of us haven't even spoken about anything that happened between us. We've kept it cordial, but I know it's not going to stay that way. It was nice to talk like we were friends again, but it was obvious her walls were still up around me. It was obvious that she doesn't understand why I'm here. And I'm too scared to say anything.

"You're in a good mood today," I said, and she sat up straighter as I sat in the chair next to her bed.

She shrugged, sipping from her water bottle. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"Remi can't come visit because she has to work, my parents keep arguing about what should happen to me after I get out of here, I have an awful case of writer's block, my fucking wrist is broken, you still haven't explained what the hell you're doing here, not to mention the fact that my head is constantly pounding and I'm stuck in this damn hospital room," she fumed, the frustration obvious in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Margot. I really am. I don't know how much it hurts to be in your place right now, but everyone around you is trying to help you get better. At least I am. I'm trying really hard, so if you could just —"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I understand. I really do appreciate you. It just...it really sucks," she muttered, and I nodded.

"Yeah I know."