Ghost of You- Larry Stylinson short story

Section 1

Starting this mini story... mssg or comment if you have ideas, seggustions, or just wanna talk!

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*steady beeping noise*

I have been in this hospital for 2 months now at critical condition. That basically means I could die at any moment. For example, I get taken off my heart monitor--I die. I overthink too much, my heart speeds up--I die. I sleep for too long, my body forgets how to work--I die. So basically unless some miracle happens, I'm stuck here in this hospital bed until I do die, which, I assume, won't be too far from now.

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Louis has been in the hospital for 2 months. 2 fucking months! I know it's not his fault but sometimes I wish he would just come back home. I know he can't do that. He'll die if he does. I can't believe this, he's only 26. I still wish that I could have just one more moment with him alone. Not in a hospital and not with him at risk of dying if I make a wrong move. I'm not sure if I'll ever get that moment.

It's been 2 whole months of wondering if he's in pain and wondering why he's holding on. I know he's only doing it for me and the twins. I know I shouldn't because he's not gone yet, but I go home and cry after long visits with him constantly interrupted by doctors checking up on him. I tell him he can let go if it gets too hard but to be honest, I don't know what my life would be like without him. Louis is my rock. It's hard waking up in a cold and lonely bed as it is. He tells me I'll find someone else when he passes. I'm not sure I can. Louis has the sweetest eyes. The softest, yet raspiest voice. The stubbornest temper--and I love him for it. He always goes to Hallie's to get waffles every Sunday morning. He could never fall asleep at night without a nice cup of camomile tea. I can't imagine how he gets to bed now. All these little things about Louis are things that I have been collecting over the past 2 years-- almost 3. Our anniversary is next week and I'm not sure I'll be able to hold myself together.