To Write Love On His Arms

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It was now time for the operation and the couple was being taken to the operation room. They requested to have the operation done in the same room as weird as it sounds. But if Matty was gonna leave this world; they wanted to at least be in the same room before he’s gone. The two got on their own beds that were very close to each others. As they had their masks placed on, the sleeping gas already coming, they held each other’s hands, entwining their fingers together one last time.

Austin lifted his mask slightly, looking at Matty. “Hey Matty?”

Matty did the same, looking at him as well. “Yeah Austin?”

“I love you, Matthew Alexander Moore Carlile.”

Matty was beginning to feel the sleep take over him, but he didn’t let that get it the way for his last statement. “I love you too, Austin Robert Carlile.”

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Austin woke up, feeling a slight pain in his chest. He looked around his surroundings, noticing that his friends were in the room sitting by his bed. He just hoped that everything was a dream and that Matty was hiding behind the guys. He just hoped that Matty would come out and yell, “Surprise, I’m not giving out my heart, silly! Let’s go home and cuddle and watch Disney and Star Wars!” But after a minute of just looking at them, nothing happened.

“Where’s Matty, guys?” Austin questioned, hoping that one of them would tell him that Matty is in the cafeteria getting something to eat.

“You’re serious, Austin?” Shayley asked his voice cracking and hoping that it didn’t come off as rude.

“W-We actually go—“

“Yes,” Phil said, sighing. “You guys got the operation over with.”

“Y-you’re lying! You both are! M-Matty is gonna come out a-and we’re gonna be okay! Everyone thing i-is gonna be okay!” Austin shouted, tears threatening to spill.

“Austin, touch your chest,” Alan instructed, already crying.

Austin didn’t say another word, but did as he was said, an index finger touching it. He felt a scar from his heart surgery that he had from before he went back to Of Mice and Men….before he met Matty. As he let his finger move around, he felt another scar next to that one. It felt so real, and that feeling in his stomach felt dreadful.

“O-Oh,” he whispered to himself. The tattooed male turned to look at the unmade bed next to his. The white blankets nearly falling off the bed, the white pillow on the edge of the bed, the teddy bear Matty brought from the house that Austin won for him, Matty’s clothes.

The male got up from his hospital bed, ignoring the curious stares from his friends. Austin layed down on the bed that was once occupied by Matty, cuddling the brown teddy bear. The sheets still smelled like him. The bed was still a little warm from him. He cried, wishing that he could have done something. He wished that he could have said that they were never gonna do the procedure. It’s too late though.

You can’t bring the ones you love back.

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