return. // bws

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beep.

"Bradley, please." i pleaded, hoping he would be positive even just for a minute.

beep.

"i hate to say this but, you don't need to keep holding onto me anymore." Bradley says.

beep.

"no! i have to! you have to stay strong!" i shout, squeezing his hand tighter.

beep.

"we broke up, you love Lucas. Why keep fighting for me?" He asks. Looking at me, his voice sounded weak.

beep.

"because you were the only one, who i truly loved, and the one who truly loved me." i answer.

beeep.

"I love you."

beeeeep.

"i love you more."

beeeeep.

"Annie."

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

"Bradley.."

"please don't close your eyes."

"please don't give up on me."

"please."

"Bradley."

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

"Goodbye."

his hand let go of mine, his head drops from the pillow to his shoulders. His eyes closed, and his breathe slowly faded away.

i was left there, crying, beside his body. Why did i give up? why did i let him go? why didn't i return so soon? why did i let him be?

I could've stopped him, and everything wouldn't have ended this way. Tears couldn't stop streaming down my face.

"i need you."

"i love you."

"why did you give up."

.

"i needed you."

"i still love you."

"because you gave up too."

.

My heart beated fast, tears were still falling down, my knees weakened, i fell to the floor. I had to give up, he isn't anywhere here beside me, anymore.

"You'd do anything for me, right?" He asks, as he lend me his hand, "Of Course, anything." I kissed his cheek. "Unless if you were always by my side." i added

he groaned. "So many words." he whines, i giggle. "Stop being such a lazy-ass and listen to me." I chuckle. "I will listen to you, if you kiss me." he smirked.

I sighed, and smiled, and i pecked him on the lips. "Does that count?" i ask, he laughs, he took my flower cap, and rode on his skateboard.

"hey! come back here, skaterboy!" i shout, running after him, he chuckles as i reached his pace. I encountered a skateboard on the sidewalk and i jumped on it.

We entwined our fingers as both of the skateboards roll on the floor, I look at him. He was strong and happy. I wish we could stay like this forever.

but i was too late. I was dumb enough to get this over with. He loved me, and i wasted all my chances.

My tears can't do anything to bring him back. They're all just plain tears. Why do i keep crying? should i stop slacking and get up from here and call the nurses?

here i go again, with the dumbfounded factor. Again, i am too late. If i didn't waste my time from crying, he would've been brought back. I punched the wall, and screamed.

I had nothing else to do now but to give up.

And i have given up.