It was a dream.
All just a bad dream, because when I open my eyes there he is. Resting his head on my lap while looking me in the eyes.
"Wake up." He says.
I look at him confused. "I am awake." I say.
He shakes his head. "Your sleeping, wake up." He pinches my cheeks before dropping his hands and moving away.
"Where are you going?" I ask but he doesn't respond.
I jolt awake.
The room was empty. How did I get here?
Where was here?
I look around lifting my hands to my face seeing all these things taped or injected in me.
I was at the hospital.
It wasn't a dream?
"Flor?"
My eyes find the voice, the person sitting there is unfamiliar to me. "You feeling okay?" She asks.
She was a nurse.
"Why am I here?" I ask.
She comes up beside me and checks my vitals. "Someone found you unconscious lying on the side of the road."
I gulp. "Just me?" I ask.
She paused. "Was there someone else with you?"
I suddenly think back to the dead body...my rapist was dead, killed by the person I loved.
"Where is he?" I ask.
"He?"
I look around the room again, as if he would magically reappear in the room. "Sweetie no one is here but me." She places a hand over mine giving it a squeeze.
"No he's here...he has to be." I try moving off the bed but the nurse pins me down in place.
"You can't leave." She warns. "Flor you need to calm down."
I shake my head."You don't understand...he's all alone..." My voice grows faint and the heaviness of my heart overwhelms me.
"He? Who is he?" She asks.
My eyes watch her as I'm unable to speak, so instead I bury my hands in my face and fall apart.
After a few days I was released. I went back to our home but to my surprise he wasn't there any more.
I went to look for him with Ski but oddly he wasn't there either.
I was scared, wondering what had become of him.
What had become of us.
Then one day before anyone was awake, just as day broke I received a text message.
Meet me at the bus station.
I hurried over, wearing mismatching shoes. There wasn't much traffic so luckily I got there on time.
And I saw him.
Standing with his back to me, luggage beside him.
"X?" I hear my voice call out for him.
He turns, a small smile on his face. I rush after him throwing my arms around him as I close the gap.
He wraps his arms around me, a hand behind the back of my head as he pressed a kiss on the crown of my head.
He holds me for a while and I hold him back too.
X is the first to pull away and look me in the eyes as he plants a small kiss against my lips.
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Why She Stayed (xxxtentacion)
Romance"I wanted to give him a million reasons to live, even if none of those reasons somehow involved me..." X has led a life full of tragedies and set backs he carries scars and wounds so deep in his heart that love, life, and trust have no meaning. He's...