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Shhh, I'm Sorry (Part 4)

This is the last chapter before the epilogue -which was suppose to be in this chapter but I figured it would be too rushed and I don't like rushing things :P- so anyone would like to suggest the next story? Anyway, vote, comment or anything! :D

P.S. Since this is the end -almost- the MV of Haru Haru is at the side >>> Enjoy! :)

Drake’s POV

I stumbled through the streets, tears filled in my eyes, walking aimlessly and bumping into strangers. A couple of times, I was shot annoyed looks, but I didn’t care anymore. Yve hated me -for whatever reason that she refuse to tell me, but it’s not like she even talked to me- and my best friend betrayed me. I tripped over my feet and I landed on my knees and hands, at that instant, my tears fell.

Yvonne’s POV

Trailing behind Tyler, I made it back at our apartment. I grabbed my key and tried to unlock the door but my hands were trembling so hard that it was hard to even slot the key into the keyhole. Tyler held my hands softly and took the key from me and unlocked the door. He gave a small soft nudge and I took a few steps into my apartment.

“I’m going to get lunch, you want anything?” Tyler asked. I shook my head slowly. He sighed before I heard a small click of the door closing.

I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself, this is how Drake would remember me, a beautiful and confident girl, not one that had cancer and days that are numbered. I smiled a little then ran my hand through me hair, locks of hair fell and laid on my hand. I leaned against the wall and slide down slowly, tears rolled down one after another as my vision began to blur. I’m sorry, but I love you…

Stephan POV

(1 week later)

Several crashes echoed out of Drake’s room. Desmond and I walked towards his room and stood outside. Chairs were broken, tables and shelves destroyed, books and paper scattered on the floor, pillows ripped with the wool inside spilling out, mirrors shattered and the water spilled being soaked up by different objects. Drake looked just as bad as his room was, tear stained face, cuts from pieces of glass shards with blood flowing out, floating clumps of wool getting stuck on his clothes and hair in a total mess.

“Whatever you are thinking of doing, don’t,” Des held on to my shoulder.

“What are we going to do? Leave him like this? What if like, commits suicide?”

“He will not. Let’s go,” and he walked off.

I took another look at Drake before walking after Desmond. Yve has been in the hospital for a few days and scheduled for surgery five hours from now. Her chances of success for this surgery was slim, but she wanted to do it, and we can’t stop her.

We arrived at the hospital and went to Yvonne’s room. Tyler was already there, both talking quietly with serious expressions.

“Hey,” we stepped in the room.

Yve looked up and smiled brightly, “You came.”

I took a glance at Tyler who is still staring at the ground before turning back to Yve, “How are you feeling?”

“Same same.”

Des took a sit on her bed while I took the chair next to her. Yve touched his shoulder and Des looked down on her bed with a sad expression. Tyler placed his hand on Des’ shoulder to comfort him.

“Don’t look so sad, I’ll be fine,” Yve angled her head to look at Des’ face. We all remained silent at what she said. She might be fine, but chances were very small. She had already lost most of her hair and was wearing a beanie.