Romance One shots

That Crushed Feeling

This story contains:
-Sad ending
-Many flashbacks
-Death (no suicide)
-Fluff

Do you know why they call it a crush? Not because of what you feel after they reject you. Not because of the feeling you get when you first kiss them and your stomach is doing flips it feels like the ring of fire. Not because of anything that happens. It's the after math of when they are forced to go, and when you have to watch them take their last breath. The tears that silently fall down your cheek when you finally give up on being strong. The screams you want to let out as their grip loosens on your hand as the life fades from them.
This is the story of how I was crushed by the love of my life.

Mackenzie Kallens. A smart, beautiful, kind, warm-hearted girl who stole my heart. It's funny when you first think about it. I was angry for her taking my spot in some competition in school. She came to me apologizing for hurts my feelings, but I ended up cussing her out. I was a year ahead of her in school, yet we shared some classes due to her IQ level. She always sat to the side of the classroom. She once told me that's because she prefers to be able to see everyone else in the class just in case she ever missed a lesson and needed help.
Anyway, one day I noticed something. After school she always walked to the hospital. I then started to question it, and I decided to watch her for anything weird. As I began to observe her, I realized that when no one looked her smile would fade and she would grab her chest with a pained look. I noticed how she never said anything about the pain. I then decided to follow her to the hospital one day. I know that sounds a bit weird, but I'm a curious boy.
That day I discovered something terrible. Mackenzie Kallens had a heart condition. The muscle that lays inbetween your ribs and skin had started to grow closer and closer to her bones, this caused her ribs to press against her lungs and heart. I don't remember the medical name for it, but she always described it as the chest wall pressuring her organs and bones.
That day she caught me following her, and I decided to confront her.
After that day I made her promise to come find me when she started to feel the pain. After some time and a few hospital trips, she started to trust me and come anytime she hurt.
During this time I started to develop feelings for her, but I didn't say anything not wanting to add anything to her list of problems. Though it turns out that she had began to have feelings for me as well and thought that I wouldn't want to date a sick girl.
When I found this out I pulled her into a kiss that expressed both of our feelings. The emotions of that day still play in my mind.
Fast forward to a couple of months later. Every time Mackenzie had a doctor's appointment, I went with her so she wouldn't be scared. But one day when the doctor brought her back from taking x-rays, neither of them looked pleased. Instead Mackenzie started to cry as soon as her arms wrapped around me. I spelled her back to ask what happened, but the doctor spoke before I could.

"Ms. Kallens' ribs are starting to push too far and will soon start to puncture through her organs. I am so sorry to say that there really isn't anything we can do. As you may be aware, doctors can't even do anything to heal broken or fractured rib. There is nothing we can do besides prescribing pain meds."
As the world's left her mouth, I felt tear fall down my cheeks.
"I'm afraid to say that miss Kallens will die from the puncture to her heart or lungs which ever happens first."
"How long? " I ask in a deep sad filled voice.
"We have no way of telling. Within these past few years, the movement has no pattern. It could be months, days, or even years." She replied as tears of her own started to fall. I could tell she felt bad. She has been Mackenzie's doctor since she had been diagnosed.
I nod giving her a smile of gratitude down her help.

After the news, I made a point to spend all my time with Mackenzie. Her parents even told her that if she didn't want to continue school, she didn't have to. But she told them that if she died, she wanted to die smart.
I was always at her house with her or she was at mine. It took awhile to convince her father how much she meant to me. He once brought me into his office in their house to test me.
"Avon?" He said leaning back on his desk as he loosens his tie.
"Do you understand what is happening to my daughter? She is very sick. She-"
"She's not sick. She is just hurting sir. Being sick implies that she is feeling unwell. Yet she still smiles even in pain. There is a difference sir." I correct him.
He let out a huff. "Break up with her. She doesn't need you to slow her down. Not does she need to have you hold her back. She will try to bare the pain for as long as you are here."
I st straightened out. I was only about half an inch taller. "I'm sorry to inform you, sir, but I will not being doing anything like that to Mackenzie. The last thing he needs is for someone to leave her when she feels this way. Addtionally, I will never allow her to feel any more pain than she has already endured. I'm sorry sir. I love your daughter and I want to help make her love as happy as she can. "
I watched as he shook his head before standing up and making his way to me. He stopped in front of me and reached his rm arm to place it on my shoulder.
"Son. I think you should go and continue to make my daughter happy. And if you ever need something, I'll be here."
I nodded at his words with a big smile before making my way upstairs to the love of my life. She was laying down curled up in the large five foot long stuffed monkey I got for her while watching her favorite cartoon, Animaniacs. I smiled at the scene. When she noticed me she jumped up, only to wince as she say back down. Her smile never left her face even in the pain. She waved her hand at me, telling me to come closer.
I made my way in front of her stopping with only a few inches inbetween us. She sat up and stretched her arms up to wrap around me neck. I sense her pain so I mean down to lessen the reach. I stare at her light green eyes that reflect the same love that I offer.
"So, how'd it go?" She asked with a large grin. She pulled me down, signalling me to sit with her on her bed.
Once I'm on the bed, she moves to my lap swinging her legs on either side of mine. The position looks wrong, but neither of us cared, I didn't even think about anything like that. All I wanted was for her to be safe.
"I got him to like me." I smiled to her before tightening grip enough to bring her closer. She got the hint and leaned down to kiss me.
We spent that night watching her show. Well, she watched it, i fell even more in love with her as I watched her reactions. I loved the way her nose would crinkle up when she let out a small giggle. And the way she would shake her head in an attempt to move her hair, of course it never worked, I would have to move it for her. I loved the way her eyes sparkled at the silly words. I loved, her
That night I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to give her all the happiness I won't be able to do later in life. I wanted to take her places she'd never been. I wanted to watch her reaction to me kneeling on one knee to ask her hand in marriage. I wanted to marry this girl. I wanted to spend my life with her. To have little kids and dogs and cats. To love. Forever. But I won't. No matter how much I want to deny it. She won't live long enough. And it makes me anger, sad, frustrated, and other emotions I can't name.
That night I started planning what I wanted to do.