Just To Be With You

8

"We're so sorry sir, Nick did not make it." With those few words my world fell apart.

Nick was dead. His heart was no longer beating. I would no longer hear his voice. I could never kiss him. I would never see his beautiful again.

"No! He can't be dead! He promised!" I screamed loudly, tears falling down my face.

"Sir if you could please calm down."

Calm down? Fucking calm down! How could I? My husband had just died.

I fell down to my knees and started to sob.

"You can come say your final goodbyes."

The doctor led me to the room that he was in. His body was pale and his eyes were shut.

I walked up to the bed and grabbed his limp hand.

"Hey Nick. I'm really hoping that your gonna open your eyes and say that this is all a joke. You just can't be dead." A sob escaped my mouth. "We were meant to spend forever together. Why did you lie to me?"

My hands started to shake.

"I just want you to say my name one last time. Please Nick." I buried my face in his chest, taking in what is left of his scent.

I never got to hear his voice again.

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Once I got back to our apartment I started to throw things around. My screams drowning out the sound of smashed plates.

My mind couldn't focus until I saw Nick's favorite hoodie.

The tears fell down my face as I grabbed it and buried myself in it. It still smelled of him even though he was gone.

My eyes wandered to a picture of us from our first summer together.

Our families had decided to rent a lake house for a week, giving Nick and I plenty of time for getting to know each other. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

Now that was all gone. Along with the boy who stole my heart.