The Collins Curse | ✓

31.2 | "you're it for me"

"Because I. Don't. Want. You. Here."

Every word that came out of Kenzie's mouth repeated in his head, making it hard for him to breathe. The room was spinning in circles and his emotions were starting to suffocate him.

She didn't want him here.

But, what did that mean? Did she mean she didn't want him here currently in this hospital room? Or, did she mean she didn't him in her life?

Regardless of that Miles believed, she didn't mean it. He knew she didn't, she couldn't. Kenzie was hurting right now and hurt people tend to hurt others.

"You don't mean that," his chest heaved as the ball of emotions within him emanated anger from how closed off she was becoming.

Kenzie only shrugged, shooting beams of glare to his chest, further angering Miles.

"I'm not leaving." He claimed, folding his arms over his chest. "Not until you give me a better reason as to why I can't be here." He finished. The saying hurt people, hurt, others repeating in his head to control his anger.

Miles sat there silently next to Kenzie, not wanting to leave her in this delicate state. His eyes roamed over her face, she opened her mouth a few times before closing it, biting down on her bottom lip to stop them from quivering, she looked so small and vulnerable. His own heart felt as if it was being stabbed by a million tiny needles. It was painful, this situation that they were in was unbearable but not to enough for Miles' to stand up and walk away from her because it was too much for him to handle. It was his love for her that made him stay, the memories that they made that had him spend the night, and Miles' had made up his mind long ago that he was here to stay, she had stolen his heart and he didn't want it back. And, he would do whatever he had to do to persuade Kenzie that she didn't have to go through this alone, he wouldn't let her. There was a long pause before Miles thoughts were disrupted by a tired voice.

"I'm cursed Miles," Kenzie said in a hushed voice as if she was afraid for someone other than him to hear her. "Cursed with cancer since I was 15 years old." She sighed and though Miles' knew the few ins and outs to her story, he thought the pairing of curse and cancer was odd yet never more fitting.

"I wasn't surprised when I was diagnosed with leukemia four years ago. I wasn't," she shook her head. "It was unfortunate but I accepted it because all my ancestors were wiped away from this earth by their cursed disease, but that didn't mean I believed in our family's curse, The Collins Curse." She bit the inside of her cheek finally looking up at Miles.

"You're confused," Kenzie concluded. Miles' couldn't hide the narrowing of his eyes, his furrowed eyebrows, and the fact that he actually was. He never was the one to believe in fairytales, so why did he suddenly feel like he was stuck in one?

"I was too. My grandmother always mentioned that our family name, Collins, was cursed. She said how death was more of our calling because we always repelled away from the people we truly loved and gravitated towards greed, money, and wealth because it bought us faux happiness and made us richer. I didn't believe in her not when both sets of my grandparents passed away and my parents followed them after. I was so young and always thought their deaths were just unfortunate." She stopped trying to catch her breath and Miles continued to listen hoping to get more clarity.

"When I was diagnosed at 15, my leukemia was caught at the earliest stage, and my doctors were adamant at finding me a donor as soon as possible. Instantly my siblings volunteered to be my donor. Knowing since we were blood-related there were more chances I would be one hundred percent matched to them, but I wasn't.