I feel dizzy, I can't see things anymore it's all... blurry.
"Blake it's okay, you don't have to be afraid to let go." Ma? I try to focus but all I see is a blur of white light and shadows. My head is pounding, I feel so tired. I don't want to die with her. Without-
"Aimee." My throat burns, at this point I don't know if I spoke her name or dreamt it. But I can't keep my eyes open long enough to find out. I am sinking, down and down and down. Into nothing, into darkness.
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"Blake?" I see her, every version of her all at once. The time we met, the time she introduced me to her friends, the time I ran over to her house when she was crying, the time she was holding me at the dance. Everything. But I'm dreaming, I know she's not there, not really. They say when you die your whole life flashes before your eyes. Maybe I'm just seeing the most important parts.
"Blake?" The image fades, I feel my open, the blinding white light makes my head hurt. I stare around me as my eyes begin to adjust. I manage to focus at a figure sitting beneath my bed, I try to speak when I realise who it is.
"Aimee, I-" I feel her squeeze my hand.
"Shhh Blake it's alright. Go back to sleep, I just wanted to let you know I'm here now. It's okay, I won't leave you. I'll stay here all night if you want." She kisses my forehead. "Goodnight Blake." I feel dizzy again, my eyes heavy with fatigue.
"Night Aimee." There is so much I want to say to her, to tell her. I want to say that I love her and that she is so beautiful and that no matter what happens from now she is the most important person in my life and I so scared to leave her. I will my eyes to stay open, just a little longer. Just another hour, a minute, a second. Just one more
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Blake and Aimee
Teen FictionA John Green style short novel situated around the lives of two teenagers; Blake and Aimee. Blake is a pessimistic, self-loathing cancer patient while Aimee is a seemingly optimistic, introverted book worm. But there is more beneath the surface. As...
