A Love Letter for the Dead

Chapter 4

Author's Note *IMPORTANT* (also story after note so stick around)

Okay, so I know I said this was over and only three chapters but I had an idea of how to continue it and decided to do so and make this an actual book. Now, I'm not gonna say any of these ideas in the note because you are about to read it if you are reading this. Oh, and thanks to the person who saved this to their library, no one has ever done that for one of my stories before, at least I don't think anyone has. (I forgot your username. sorry) So yes, I am continuing this and I plan to do so until I finish it because summer is here and I have nothing else to do with my time so enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it and I want reviews!!!!! I need feedback, people :p

I woke up again in a hospital bed. I just sat in bed and thought about everything and I just wanted to die. After sitting there for what felt like days, a doctor walked in.

“So, Taylor, I see you are awake. Can you please explain what happened?” The doctor asked me but I didn’t answer. I just looked up at him.

“Taylor? Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are?” The doctor asked more questions and I looked down at the bed sheets.

I sighed and looked back up at him. “My name is Taylor Jessup and I tried to kill myself.” I stated to him as if it was an everyday thing. He just looked down at me with pity but it didn’t bother me. He felt bad because I had nothing left to live for and he should because he still had something. I could see the ring on his finger.

I looked down at my finger and saw my ring was still there, shining dully in the bright hospital light. I pulled it off and shined it on the sheets before putting it back on and looking back toward the doctor.

“Mr. Taylor, we were barely able to save you. You almost died.” The doctor said that to me and I was so angry.

I looked straight in his eyes and felt so much anger. “That’s the fucking point. Do you know about the accident?” I asked him and tried to calm myself down. I know Leo always hated when I got angry, though he said that glint in my eyes was sometimes sexy. Thinking about that made me smile. And then it made me so sad again that I almost couldn’t stop myself from crying.

“Yes, Mr.Taylor, I am aware of what happened and you are luckt to be alive.” The doctor said to me.

I shot up from the bed and was glaring up at him. “How the hell is this lucky? Do you see the ring on my hand? He had a matching one and now I have to bury it and him six feet under. The love of my life is lying cold and dead in a morgue. He died instantly and I don’t have a scratch on me. I can see your ring.”

“What does my-“ The doctor started but I cut him off.

“The person who has the other ring is the love of your life. Now imagine you’re driving home from one of the best times of your life and you see it happen. You have just enough time to look over at them and see them smiling with so much love and to start to say you love them before some asshole hits their side of the car and kill them instantly.” I was crying and yelling now and the doctor looked shocked and he still had pity in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for your loss but you can’t kill yourself. You’re lucky to be alive and do you think he would have wanted this?” The doctor’s question hurt me because I knew he wouldn’t want me to kill myself but how can I live without the crooked smile and those green eyes.

“Leo was my everything. Did you see my note?” I asked but he shook his head. “Well that note explained things. It described the four most memorable moments we had together and they were all such big things in such small ways. Like when we started dating, our first time, when he proposed, and the last time I saw his face. Do you have any idea how this feels?” I asked him the last question, still standing in front of him with anger and rage.