The white walls of the room make me sick. The smell of doctors and death, medicine and menthol. I can't hold myself together. I begin to weep in his presence.
"Anthony... why are you here?" I say loudly, my vision blurred.
"What are you doing in here, Rusty? Why are you here?" He says, and he walks over to my bed. He sits at the middle of the bed, and he wipes away my tears.
"I... I really don't know..." I say, truthfully. All I remember is that I had a mental breakdown.
"Well, guess what?" He whispers, and I cling to his words.
"What?"
"Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Rusty," He says. And with that, he kissed my lips, and I cried some more.
"Wait... what about Christopher?" I ask. Chris was his boyfriend in California.
"I had made a promise to someone that I couldn't forget. I'm sorry, Rusty. I was a jerk. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just... I didn't know what love was. I didn't know who I was. I just couldn't do anything about Chris. He loved me, and he eventually proposed to me. I denied. I knew I didn't actually love him. I loved you. So Rusty, I'm asking you. Orresta James Paddock, will you be my husband?" He asked, and I noticed that I was weeping, and he was on his knee. He was keeping his promise.
And I thought long and hard.
And I cried.
And You know what I said?
"Yes, Anthony. I would love to marry you."
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Teen FictionBased on a true story, with a few twists, "Eighteen" is a story about a love that was not to be, but worked out in the end. "Eighteen" has been called "A loving tale that anyone will enjoy". Characters have also been called "Psychotically in love, s...
