Down-Hearted Syndrome

Chapter Nine

Sitting in a room for a long time is boring. My many hospital trips have taught me this... But, I can't move.

I can't breathe.

Did he just... Kiss me?

Holy shit, he did.

Holy shit.

Holy sHIT.

Scrambling to get up, I push open the door. Drew is standing in the living room, a bewildered expression on his face.

"W-w-what was-s?"

I sprint out the open door, trying not to fall. I can feel my legs shifting, they weren't attached properly. But that didn't matter at this point.

All that mattered was finding the boy of my dreams.

Running is not my strong suit, obviously. And frankly, Ollie's in a lot better shape than me.

Sliding around a corner, my legs buckled beneath me. I feel my straps zip around me,and,fly into the air. I toppled toward the cement, my eyes clenched tight.

Right before I hit the ground, I felt an arm wrap around me. My entire body shudders, fighting against gravity. I though I was having another attack. I must be.

I suddenly saw long black hair hanging over each side of me, and a familiar face practically sprawled out to catch me.

Ollie's upper body was curled sideways over mine, his muscular arms holding me up from the waist and shoulder. My nose was inches from the ground.

He has his head buried into the crook of my neck, and I could feel tears running down his cheeks and onto my collarbone. "Ollie?"

"I'm sorry... I don't..." His voice, once sweet and seductive, now cracked as he spoke.

I slowly sit down, tightly strapping my legs. As I look upn, he holds out his hand, and a memory comes flooding back.
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Ollie's hips swayed perfectly to the beat. His hands were held on the back of his head, seductively sliding down his face. I couldn't help but watch. He suddenly put a hand out, his blue eyes perfectly aligning with mine. I looked behind me, knowing there was nobody there. After a moments hesitation, I took his hand.

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I take his hand, smiling as if that familiar song was still playing. But, instead of dancing, I threw myself into his arms.

He took a step back, both of our faces flushing red. "Sal..."

"I'm sorry..."

I look into his beautiful eyes. His orbs of blue mixing with the green hue of the sun. He's so... Perfect.

"For what?"