The MagCon Ships I: Best Friends In Love (Cash)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 100 - Conclusion

NASH'S POV 

It's all I remember.

 

I remember falling down on the floor, trembling, blood seeping from my nose, pouring, like it does not want to stop. 

I remember Cam walking in and helping me up. The screams of my friends, their words  how Cameron could not keep himself calm.

That's all. 

But for some strange reason, i can hear them.

I can hear him.

Cam. 

I'm unconscious, I don't see anything. Everything is pitch black. But I can hear their voices. I hear the familiar beating of the machine, the chords and tunes Shawn strums on his guitar. I can hear Mahogany reading something to herself, whispering. Suddenly, I hear them talk. I can hear them but the words are inaudible. It's all muffed up, unclear. I can't understand anything they're saying.

I hear the door open and close.

I hear silence.

Nothing but  the beeping fills the room. 

I count the seconds, the seconds of silence that I am met with. One, two, tree, four.

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Two minutes.

One.

Two.

I hear his voice.

"Hey Nash." 

My heart falters. 

It's him. It's the man I love. It's the voice I'd love to listen to for the rest of my life.

I had my doubts. And I will admit it. I forced myself not to thing about getting married or having kids or raising a family or growing old together. I forced myself to isolate those thoughts and never visit them. Never. Because there was no guarantee that I would get out alive from my sickness. There never was a guarantee that I would live long. No one ever said that I would certainly live a long life. So I did't want to think about the future. I just make decisions as I go, I refrain from planning. I go where the current takes me, go with the flow. I didn't want anyone to expect that I would emerge from this war victorious. But I failed. 

My plan, everything fell apart when Cameron proposed to me. Everything broke into pieces, a vase thrown onto the floor.

I wanted to say no.

I really wanted to refuse to get married to him.

But I was stupid.

I was naive, and insensitive. I accepted. I said yes. 

I screwed up.

I said I would marry him with hopes that this cancer wouldn't get in the way. I wanted to get married with him with hopes that I would live long.

That this war will be mine to win, mine to conquer. 

I fought, I fought I fought and I fought. But for some reason it wasn't enough. It never was. I kept trying, doing my best, doing everything I can. Doing everything the doctors and nurses tell me to. But it didn't help. It didn't work. Nothing worked. 

So here I am, dying, paralyzed. Unable to talk and communicate with Cam, with Mahogany, with my family, with my friends.

I never got to say goodbye.