He's Up

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            He’s up! I sprint/shuffle over to the bed. “Hey Austin. Howya feelin’?” Stupid question much? He almost died. Whatever logic he’s breathing isn’t he?

“Alive,” he says it awkwardly but still manages to get the tone that made me fall in love with him in the first place. An awkward silence fills the air. I don’t wanna bring up last night but it’s the only thing I can think of.

                “Austin you know I love you. Like more than anything in the world. I’ve told you everything and you couldn’t tell me you were gonna try again. Listen I told the nurse you’d been contemplating suicide and, you know, I’m sorry but I panicked and you almost died. It was so fucking terrifying. And when I saw you,” I start to tear up,”a part of me started to die inside. It was like someone metaphorically murdered me then brought me back to life just to kill me over and over again with their metaphorical knife. I need you to promise you will never try this again Austin. I will help you though this. I’m just as lost and confused as you are. Just tell me what you need and I’ll be there for you.” He stared at me for a moment, like he need time to soak it all in.

“Promise,” he whispers. It’s barely audible, like it just reached my ears. I smile.  I lean down and kiss his pale cheek.  His skin is soft almost like if I pressed to hard I’d break it. I pulled away and he stared at me. He gave me the puppy dog eye’s that asked for another kiss, anything more.

“I guess you have something to look forward to when you get out of the hospital then.” I smile.

       I sit down on the chair and text my dad to pick me up whenever. Austin is smiling and I grab his hand in mine. God he was beautiful, even though he was paler than pale and his eyes looked like they were sunken in his head I loved him still.

                Around noon, a couple of minutes later, my dad texted me and said he was in the parking lot. “Austin I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow ok?” I ask.

“Tomorrow,” he says it like a promise.

I smile, “Byia!”

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