I Forgot to Say I Love you

....Bright lights..

..Distant voices...

...Sam...

"Her vitals seem to be recovering, how will we tell her though?" A strangely familiar voice asked somebody in the room,

"Well Doctor, she seems to be regaining consciousness at a rapid pace so I suggest you hurry up and decide what you're going to say..."

"Thank you... You're dismissed."

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Dream

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"Sam!!!" I screamed over the edge as I saw his limp body throw itself over the side of the building, without thinking I just after him.

My head was spinning and I got too dizzy and couldn't breathe, the last thing I could remember was being hit onto something soft but hard in a way...

Sam..... I forgot to say 'I love you'

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Dream End

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It was until after I woke up that I realised it wasn't a dream at all, and that Sam actually had thrown himself off of that building, and I had too. But then how was I alive?

"Hello Aimee. You remember me, right?"

I nod, solemnly with a look of pain smeared across my face..

"Well we have your diagnosis report back and you seem to be okay, apart from some mild head trauma and a broken leg you're recovering quite fastly. However we have some news for you... Are you ready or do you want us to give you some time?"

"I- I'm ready... Sir.." I mutter

"Well them, I'm afraid Sam.." His words stung, they fell onto my heart like a tom of bricks.. "..Well he took a lot of damage from the fall and.. well.. we noticed brain activity from before he fell, his heart rate was unstable and studies show that he had an undying pain that literally broke his heart, we are in the process of his... 'surgery'... and well, at this point... We don't know. He should be out of surgery in around 10 minutes so if you would come with us to his room; he was alive when we brought him here and as you were in separate Ambulances, he wouldn't stop screaming 'She followed her void, it's all my fault, I love her'. Now we think that is you? Did he love you?"

"Does, present tense."

"Sorry, does he love you?"

"Y- Yes..."

" Then come with me. " I get transferred into a wheelchair and am wheeled into a blinding-white room. Throughout my travels through the room I heard screams and echoes of pain that surged through me and made my hears stand on end, I hated people suffering. Yet I had gone and thrown myself off a building for someone that I hardly knew. How selfish... Or was it? I suppose I do know Sam. A lot. And he.. Loves me. And I love him? Right? Yeah, I love him.

I love Sam. I love him, I almost jump with glee then remember that he is in a hospital bed with a literal broken heart because of me... Sadness grew upon me as my thoughts are interrupted.

"A- Aimee..." Sam croaked.

"Sam?!" I jump up from my wheel chair, ignoring the pain, to peer over his bed. His chest slowly rose and fell at a stready beat but was slower than usual. His mouth was dry and he was covered in bruises and cuts... All he was wearing was some white, hospital shorts and I could see the fresh slice that was over his heart.

"The surgery went well?" I ask the doctor.

"Well, yes... In a way. But he won't stop saying your name, and his vitals clearly show he is asleep."

"Sam..." I whisper, sitting on the edge of his bed to whisper in his ear, "Sam.. I love you, wake up. Do it for me? I love you so much. I'm not loosing you again, not this time... See I'm cancer-free! I have my hair and my colour back and so you need to as well!" Apparently they had to cut through part of his hair to bandage a deep cut through his head... "Oh sam, this is all my fault. If only I had forgiven you.. I shouldn't have kept on hurting you like that.. It's all my fault that you're here like this," I closed my eyes as tears fell from them, "I mean, you wouldn't even have to be here if I hadn't have run you down so many times. I may as well have pushed you myself because from what I can see, your blood is on my hands sam... Nobody else's. Mine. And that sucks to know. To know that your last thoughts were that nobody thought about you. That nobody cared. And you thought that I didn't love you. When I did, I've always loved you... Since before I knew you we were meant to be together, it's a fact that we have to Sam and that won't happen if you don't wake up. I'm in love so deeply that I'm afraid I won't wake up. I'm a girl who has always been afraid of love. Afraid of giving my heart to someone who might break it, I faked it my whole life. I thought love was something idiots just thought they felt... You have a hold on my heart that I can't break loose of even if I wanted to. I could not stop loving you any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you. More than you know. And before, I was too blind to see it. I love how you need your crusts cut off your toast but not your bread. I love how you play with your lip ring Inbetween your tongue. I love how you flick your hair as it drops into your eyes, all of that makes you... You! But... To say "I love you but" means "Never loved at all" for in love, there are no buts, and in our love, we share no bits at all. Every flaw, every hair that's out of place. That makes us who we are. And I couldn't see it before but we need to stay together. It's my fault you're here and I need it to be my fault that you get out."

"No, don't ever say that. All of what you just said makes me love you even more. Whatever you say about how much you love me will never be close to how much that I love you. So don't even bother arguing this one out because you know I'll win. ever since I first say you I've been in love with you and then I got to know you which made my heart ache every second I was with you, that's why I always walked away. So yeah, Aimee. It will be your fault I get out of here but no matter what you do or what you say, you will never be the reason I am in here to start. It's my fault because of my stupid actions. If id of listened to you then I wouldn't be in this mess and neither would you. It's my fault that your here more Han anything. I love you Aimee." Sam croaks. My eyes are pouring by now and all I can do is lunge forward and hold on. I can't find the words to say how much I was thankful and how much I loved him... But I think he knew, in a way... But like that text said, "All good things come to an end" And that's exactly what happened, Acacia burst into the room screaming and swearing and doctors had to rush around holding her back but we didn't care, we just indulged into a deep kiss that nobody could break us out of... So good things don't always come to an end, do they?