Gone...

Chapter 3

I've been in the hospital for a few days now. Aoba still needed to work so I forced him to go back. I understand he wants to stay with me but he still has to take care of himself. My skin is excessively pale. My piercing green eyes has started to lose their color. I no longer have my piercings in. They stay by the hospital bedside. My dark and gone mind is making me have many nightmares that may come true.

Aoba showed soon after his work shift. We still talk normally and kiss even though we know we may not have as much time as we want. I have one more day in this hellhole that's keeping me trapped. Eventually Aoba had to leave, his flowing ombre blue hair along with that light hazel shining eyes that make me smile leaving me. Later that night I woke up to nightmare that will happen. Soon after I started to cry. I cried myself back asleep. I woke up a few hours later than I normally do. Before I knew it I was leaving the hellhole called a hospital. Aoba picked me up and dropped me home. He still had to work so I waved him off. "He'll be back soon enough," I whisper quietly reassuring myself as I lay on the couch.

I suddenly feel a poke to my face. I open my eyes and I see my sweet loving boyfriend looking at me. I sit up. "How long was I asleep for?" I ask suspiciously. "Um, maybe five hours," Aoba tells me unsure. I smile at Aoba. He smiles his sweet innocent smile back at me. My hair is a mess and my eyes feel heavy. Aoba interlocked his soft gentle hand with mine. I wanted to fall back asleep but I didn't want to have another horrific nightmare.

"You can go back to sleep baby."

"I know, I just want to stay awake with you."

"Just go to sleep, I'll still be here in the morning."

"Fine."

My eyelids that felt like a hundred pounds slowly closed. The sight of my beautiful boyfriend leaving, but his hand was still interlocked with mine.

What felt like ten minutes of dreaded sleep I woke up. Aoba was passed out on the floor. I smiled and slowly got up and went to the kitchen. I got myself a glass of water making sure not to wake my cutely sleeping boyfriend. He looked so peaceful. I drank the cold water fast. I hated the fact that I'll have to leave him forever and I can't do anything about it. I put the glass in the dishwasher and went to the bathroom. I looked at my pale white looking skin, my faded piercing green eyes, the holes where my piercings use to be. I already started a box for Aoba when my body gives out. For when I give out. The only thing I put in the rusty old wooden box was the first picture of us. I hated this so much. I wish I didn't have to worry about this old friend named death. I walked out and laid back on the couch and went on my coil. I wanted to cry but my weak fragile body couldn't produce things I wish I never need to use. Tears.