94 Days Without You - Cube SMP ff

Chapter 23- The Stories Of Our Lives

>Kyri's POV<

The tears from my eyes spilled. My lower lip quivered and I bit down on it to try and stop it from shaking. I pointed to the door and took a deep breath.

"Leave." I said blankly, trying not to let my face show my anger or my heart show the little piece of me that feels the same way.

I cried and cried as my friends and many other people associated with me came in and gave me flowers and said there hopes of me getting better. Most of it was just drowned out, but when a few hours had passed without any visitors someone I never expected to see came into my room holding something behind their back.

It was none other than TheCampingRusher.

"Braden?" I asked in complete disbelief. Before we both started YouTube we were best friends in elementary and middle school. Freshman year we started dating before I moved to Canada. Of course I never really talked to them, because Zach got involved with them and I didn't want to interfere with his things. To be honest, without his voice and his hugs in my life every day I really seemed empty.

He grinned and came closer, not revealing what he held behind him. "Ryan's here too."

"What made you guys come?" I asked, curious.

"Ryan wanted to come because everyone was here, but I had different reason..."

"Which is?"

He smirked. "That doesn't matter." he sat down on one of the chairs and revealed the object hidden behind his back.

I stared at the bouquet, it wasn't just any normal one. "Oh my god..." I whispered. I could see him grinning as I stared at the flowers.

In his hands he held the stems of 18 roses, the age I just recently turned. But they weren't just any roses, most of them were nearly dead, and darker in color. One right in the middle was a dark, blood red. And perfectly, beautifully alive. He handed me the flowers and I reached to hug him. "Thank you," I whispered while my arms were around his neck.

He sat back and folded his arms, like he did when he was concentrating. His face looked dark and serious. The silence between us got awkward and I smiled to try and lighten the mood. He chuckled and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Why so tense?"

A small grin formed on his lips. "We can't change the walls that own the stories of our lives."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"These walls with the stories of our lives, the control us. They're the painters and our lives are the canvases. Every thing you do can't be undone, it's permanent. Some walls are art, others don't turn out as pretty."

I looked down and muttered, "None of them can be beautiful..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing.."

A playful grin spread widely across his face. "I like the think of our paintings as beautiful, colorful works of art. As long as you have the people you love in your life, your painting can be anything. You can be the painter."

I smiled weakly to try and uphold the happiness in the room. "I have quite a few people I love in my life, can you explain why mine is turning out to well?"

"Has anyone told you they loved you today?"

Other than Bayani, no one had actually told me they loved me, but I wasn't going to tell him that Bayani said that. Then that would lead to him making conclusions, because he didn't know I was dating Liam. "No, no one has."

"That's too bad, I'm sure there's plenty of people out there who love you... I mean, you're beautiful, smart, funny... And that's just three things!"

I laughed. "Whatever, Braden."

"It's true!"

I smiled. "Thanks,"

"I love you," he said smiling playfully.

"I love you too,"

"No, more than that. More than a friend. Kyri I love love you."

"Braden I..."

Two people told me they loved me today, and none of them were my family or boyfriend. And they really really meant it.

What a joy.