First Sight

Chapter 13

Before Justin left, he managed to come to my house the day he was moving for two minutes. He stood there, his hands behind his back, his body shaking again.

"I have to go now, I will miss you," Justin said.

"I will miss you too."

Every time I was with Justin, he would always be the one kissing me.

I gave him a kiss on his cheek, his forehead, and then his lips. They're still were soft. I then picked up his hand, and kissed his palm. We both smiled.

Justin's dad honked the horn to go, and we both held each other's hips and kissed. It wasn't a ten second kiss. It was a great long one.

Justin started to run to the car. He looked back and waved at me.

I closed the front door and went to my room.

My parents took me to the hospital because my health started to decline. Nothing was working. Not even the surgeries or medicine. In about a week since Justin moved, I was too sick to move. That day, I looked at my phone, and there was an unread message.

Justin: I'm sorry that I had to leave you. I would rather be dying and homeless that not be able to see you. I love you so much, and I need you to know that I'm always there for you.

I texted him back.

Me: Justin, my last good day was yesterday. I'm dying now. Every day since you left, I'm getting weaker and weaker. I love you too, but I'm about to die in a minute. Thank you for being there for me.

I put my phone down and the machine started beeping.

My parents and the doctor ran in, and I started to close my eyes.

My parents hugged me, and I closed my eyes fully.

I've died.