~Molly's pov~
Maybe it was the way he talked. Or the way he stole my heart but took care of it. Maybe it was the way he did anything to make me smile. Or how he cared for me always. Or how he put me before himself.
I have no idea. I just now that somewhere along the lines of our relationship, I fell in love.
Maybe he felt the same. Or it was one sided. I would never know. Because that night, I slipped away.
Zach didn't know that he would wake up hours later to a barely breathing body next to him. He would have never been able to guess that the water I had drank the night before was laced with some toxin. Some poison. He would never know how it got there, who put it there.
I was fading in and out of consciousness. One moment I was in bed, the next I was in his arms, the next I was in an ambulance.
I do remember waking up for a longer time in a hospital bed. Zach gripped onto my hand.
"You can let go, Molly," He whispered as he held me tight to him.
I used my last breath to tell him I loved him.
The last thing he would ever here me say was I love you.
He would never get to say it back. He never had time to say it back. Because as soon as the last word fell off my tongue, I died.
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The Third Paul // WDW
Fanfiction"But have you seen his little sister?" A voice I identified as Zach asks. "No man why?" another voice replies you could hear the confusion in his voice. "She's hot," Zach laughs.
