Hours Later. . .
Adam's POV:
We had finished doing everything. Now we were on our way to the beach. Once at the beach, I parked the car and Tommy and I got off. The beach was warm, which I loved. The sun was going to set soon, so Tommy and I found a nice spot to see the sunset. We spread the picnic blanket on the beach and I sat down criss-crossed on the blanket, Tommy laying across my legs. My arm was under his neck as we waited for the sun to set.
"Adam?" Tommy whispered.
"Yeah baby?" I asked as I looked down at him.
"Don't forget about me." He whispered. His hand rested on my cheek and I smiled a small sad smile.
"I'll never forget you." I whispered. "You...You are my light in everything. You make me happy no matter what is happening."
"You...you were the best thing that happened in my life." He whispered as tears streamed down his cheeks. "You...You treated me as if I was some kind of precious treasure." I started crying too.
"Its because you are." I whispered as my hand stroked his cheek. Tommy put down his hand as I wiped away his tears. "You were my precious treasure. Next to you I felt like a millionaire. You were my reason to wake up every morning."
"Y-You were my reason to fight against the cancer." Tommy whispered. "You were so supportive and you showed me how much you loved me no matter what. That's why I loved you. You were there with me...in good and in bad." Tommy looked away at the sky. I did too and saw the sun setting. Tommy and I looked at the sun setting. It reminded me of Tommy. It was like he was slowly slipping away.
"Don't leave." I whispered.
"Don't forget about me. Be happy...no matter...what..." Tommy whispered. I felt him slowly going limp in my arms. The sun had set. I looked down at Tommy. He had his eyes close and his head facing my chest.
"Tommy?" I said as I patted his cheek. No response. "Tommy?" I placed two fingers against his neck. No pulse. Tears came down my cheeks as I knew what that meant. I looked up at the sky. I closed my eyes as I cried. "Goodbye Tommy." I sniffed.
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Tommy's Home. . .
Adam's POV:
I had told my family, Kellie, my friends and my friends' families to meet up at Tommy's house. When I made it to Tommy's house, Mrs Ratliff opened the door. She gave me a confused look when she saw me carrying Tomy bridal style in my arms.
"Is he..." Billie trailed off as he looked at Tommy. I entered the house and gently lie Tommy down on the couch. I knelt down and kissed his forehead. I looked at Billie and nodded. Mrs Ratliff started crying. I hugged her as she continued crying.
"I'm sorry Mrs Ratliff." I said as we pulled back and we all looked at Tommy who was peacefully "asleep".
"I think we all need to rest." Said Mrs Ratliff. We nodded. The people gave their goodbyes to the Ratliff family and we left the house.
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Adam's House. . .
Adam's POV:
I was in bed, thinking of today. Tommy wasn't here for the rest of today or for the rest of my life. I couldn't stop thinking of everything Tommy and I did. He was my reason to wake up everyday. The bedroom door opened and my Mom had come.
"Hi honey." She said.
"Hey." I said.
"Honey, you need to eat something." Said Mom as she grabbdd a food of steak and white rice she had left an hour ago on my desk.
"I guess." I said.
"Adam, I know you're still sad about what happened with Tommy." Said Mom. "But Tommy wouldn't want you like this. Don't let his death bring you down. What were the last things he told you?"
"He told me to be happy." I said. "And to never forget about him."
"So make Tommy's wish come true." Said Mom. "Tommy's Mom told me the funeral would be this Tuesday since there's spring vacation."
"Okay." I said.
"You need to rest." Said Mom as she pulled the covers on me and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I said and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep, but also thinking of the one who had left me this night.
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Close To You (Adommy)
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