Too Skinny

Epilogue (In Will's Point Of View)

I loved her. Loved as in past tense. I walk in to her room and see that her father is on the ground, crying. Her mom was on the chair, her face a solid stone. Her brother and sister are on their iPod's, but there faces are grim and there cheeks are stained with tears. A nurse is at her bedside and pulling the cover over her head. I fall on the floor and scream. The moment that we first met is replaying in my head. Her eyes as they see me. Her smile when my eyes twinkle at her name. The first time we kissed and her lips felt like marshmallows and heaven. Like they were crafted by angels. I walk over to her and see the figure of her from the top of the blanket. I touch her and expect her to rip the blanket off of her face and scream at people and call them idiots because they thought that she was dead. I would laugh and pull her in to a hug. I wouldn't let her go because I would be so scared from thinking that she was dead. I would tell her that and she would call me an idiot. She would tell me that she would never die. She wasn't ready to leave yet. She still wanted to have a life. Then she would lightly push me on my shoulder to lighten the mood. But she didn't get up. She didn't move. She just laid there....dead. I fall to the floor again, but this time, I don't have the air in my body to scream. I gasp for breath and I can't get any air in. I probably look like a beached whale trying to breath, but I don't care. I don't care what other people think of me anymore. I would rather die than have life without the one I love. My lungs are screaming for air. I try to gasp for breathe, but it's like I forgot how to breathe. i try to let the air go to my lungs, but the only thing I can do is spazz on the floor and clutch at my throat, clawing it and wishing this would go faster. I see a light at the doorway and someone walking towards me. As she gets closer I see that it's Flower. I quickly get up from the floor and greet her. She doesn't look sick or skinny anymore. She has a full head of hair, and she is super curvy. I get up and she takes my hand. Without saying a word, she leads me to the doorway and we step through it together with n diseases, no tumors and no regrets.

Hey guys! I'm sorry to say that that is the end of the book. I am so sorry, but I hope that you guys read my other stories! STAY STRONG AND DONT LET ANYONE LET YOU DOWN! YOU ARE STRONG AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! <3