K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Last Few Moments

Hartley's P.O.V

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't close my eyes. I couldn't lay my head back on the most comfiest pillow. I just couldn't do anything that had required me to do anything that required me to relax. I could see the change in her, in mom. She's getting weaker day by day.

I know she doesn't want anything to do with keeping her alive, meaning getting more money which I don't know from where but getting more money for her treatments. As much as I hate myself for it, I just want her to be happy, to be free and at peace and if dy--

I clear my throat out loud, not being able to comprehend the thought. I was sitting outside our home in ma's rocking chair. It was quite comfortable, Poppy hadn't thought so, but that's probably because she had wanted to cuddle and it wasn't a kind of chair to cuddle in.

I chuckle lightly remembering how she would look at me with those puppy dog eyes, begging for us to go back inside and cuddle in a real bed. Speaking of Poppy, it was date night tonight, I know I should have been getting ready but--I--I was scared. Scared that when I would walk back into that home, I wouldn't walk back.

I'd be a pest, beside her, I'd probably annoy her. I wouldn't want to do that. I sighed when I had finally decided that I should push my fear away if I want to get any sort of affection tonight.

I had quietly walked back into our home and even though it did give me a homely feel, the warm lights were on in the kitchen, the fireplace was roaring pretty nicely making the house even more cozy.

I felt cold inside however, despite the house being all warm and whatnot, I felt cold, and not cold as unemotional but literally I was cold and it wasn't cool at all. Did that make sense? I don't know anymore. I continued walking through but before I made my way into my bedroom to get dressed, I had stopped by near ma's room and knocking softly on her door.

"Ma? how's--how's everything holding up?" I softly asked and after a few seconds I heard a soft mumble before her soft voice came through,

"I'm alright babygirl" she says and I close my eyes, leaning my head lightly against her door trying to keep the tears at bay.

"O--kay good, I'm uh going out with Pop"

"She had called me and told me earlier" she softly said interrupting me almost as if sensing that I was holding back the tears. I smile lightly at my considerate girlfriend calling in and telling my mom our plans because she knows I wouldn't really be able to. I continued making my way into my room and turning the light on when I step into it.

Going to my closet I pulled a red flannel jacket out, a plain white t-shirt and tan pants which i'll just wear with my belt. After putting on the clothes, I had took a comb through my hair, put deodorant and cologne on and after was done, I had looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head.

"All this for her" I mumble lightly under my breath. Never in my nineteen years of life would I have thought that I would have so much love for another person other than my best friend and ma. But here I am, falling head over heels for a girl that--annoys the heck out of me but makes me feel warm and special the same time.

And again speaking of Poppy, my phone had vibrated indicating that I got a message and I knew Richie was busy at the race tracks so it couldn't be him, ma was in her room and I had checked in with her not too long ago. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and surprisingly it was not Poppy, it was a text from an unknown number, in my guts something had told me that opening this text was going to put me in a mood and oh man it did.

It was a text from him, asking if we wanted to "hang". I shook my head wanting to ignore the text but I knew that ma would somehow know of my not so kind act. I quickly replied back that I was busy and that was it, grabbed my keys and headed out to take out a very fudging pretty ass girl.