The Way Words Taste|| H.S

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Ambrosia

Bright lights greet me as I open my eyes, I search the room immediately for signs of Harry. He must be at the apartment getting some sleep, I hope he hasn't seen me like this. I know it would break his heart. The board in front of me writes, "Day 4." Day four? "Patient still asleep, switch IV in 2-3 hours." I've been asleep for four days?
My mouth is incredibly dry, as I reach for a cup hoping it's full of ice, something catches my eye. I pick up the thick paper, written on with smeared ink. This looks like the works of Harry.

My Dearest Ambrosia,
you would know that words come easy to me; yet, daily you leave me at a loss for words.
It's hard to imagine my life without you. We are growing together, learning together, loving together. Without you who am I?
I know you would say something sarcastic like, "You're Harry Styles." That's the first thing I loved about you. Your beautiful eyes, the way they glisten seeming like you're about to cry; which knowing you, is not far fetched. Your loud, yet quiet personality. Your body is extraordinary, and you don't let it get to your head. The way words just fall out of your mouth, everything you say seems well thought over, and perfectly timed. You're vain, love to take care of yourself and be as presentable as possible at all times. All of these traits you possess are amazing. But, they are also noticed by everyone.
The real you, is what I love.
Crying at night because your future is not yet evident. Singing in the shower to 1950's music , songs that no one nowadays would know. The way you purse your lips when something is bothering you. You bite your cheek when you're lying, don't think I didn't know. You're slightly neurotic, never thought I would like that in a woman. And when your eyes turn dark, say less. Passion. You're full of passion. The most passionate human being I have ever met, listening to you pour out your feelings makes me weak in the knees, knowing you aren't hiding any emotion from me keeps me at bay. You're so beautiful Ambrosia, even when your mascara isn't perfect, or you haven't shaved your legs for weeks at a time; which sadly this is almost always the case. You're still perfect to me. You're so perfect. Even while being one of the most imperfect people I know.

I love you Ambrosia. I will love you until the it's my time, and if there is life after that, I will love you then.
You've changed me so much. You say change is a good thing and baby, I couldn't agree more.
You always said to me, "Love is when happiness of another person overrides your own." Out of many things you've taught me, this is the most important, as well as why I've done this.

Look for me in the stars, in the science-fiction section of the bookstore, in the butterflies around our favorite park, in your heart.
Ambrosia, our love will never die. I have made sure of it.
I will be with you, always.

Sincerely, Harry.

I set the paper down as tears stream down my face. Harry has always been gifted in reaching my heart with his words, something no one can do besides him. I already miss him. Hopefully the nurses tell him I'm awake soon.
As I re-read the note over and over, suddenly I feel a lump in my throat.
"Out of many things you've taught me, this is the most important, as well as why I've done this." 
"Done what.." I whisper, my pleasant tears turn into sobs, "what have you done?"

"Look for me in the stars... in your heart."

"Where is he!" I scream, my voice hysterical.
I pull out my IV and go to get out of the bed, as my feet touched the cold floor I become lightheaded. My knees instantly buckle and before I know it, I've hit the floor. I look around dazed, suddenly confused on why I can't stand. What has happened?
A nurse rushes in and sees me lying across the floor. Her face says it all.
Pity. Pity is something I have always hated, and feared.
She reaches down to hold my legs as two more nurses rush in. In the matter of seconds all of me is in the air and back onto my bed.
The crying hasn't stopped, the pain hasn't stopped, the questions banging in my head hasn't stopped.
I hold my chest hoping this would soften the shooting pain and tightness I am feeling. The pain is nothing new, it is something I have always felt; particularly since birth. I feel a pinch in my lower arm as a familiar face lowers a mask onto me. I rapidly breath the crisp, light air in as my mind goes blank.
My only thought is Harry.

"Harry" I whisper, "where is....."