return. // bws

xxxi

"You know, you can't achieve anything if you just keep slacking." Brad cuts in my thoughts. He stood on the doorstep, i groaned, "i have done my homeworks and projects, okay." I snap.

"okay? are all of those got a helping hand from Google?" Brad raises hos eyebrows. I groaned again, "Bradley." i whine. He laughs, "look, would you try doing some homeworks without using the internet or your gadgets?" Brad pleads.

"well, since you told me, i guess, i'll give it a try." I smile. "aw, thank you, babe." he sits down beside me and kisses my cheek.

Lesson learned, never waste your chances while they're still easy to get. Once you've wasted them, they'll never come back to you.

I slid my back on the wall, i wrapped my arms around my knees, and i cupped my face on my knees, tears streamed down my face.

I had nothing else to do, everything was taken away from me, and the only things i could do was pray. Crying doesn't even help. Screaming the pain out, makes you sick.

And trying to fall asleep is like torture. I miss him, i shouldn't have given up, why did i even? why was i so stupid? why do i always end up doing the wrong things in life?

"All he ever wanted was to get you back home and let you witness his death." James suddenly cuts in my thoughts. I look up at him. "He wanted the only special she or the only love of his life to see what he has sacrificed for her." James sat down beside me.

"He kept struggling, even if it caused us to walk away from him. Just so he could give you his time and love." James adds. "Just because of one thing he desired the most."

"he shouldn't have done that? he should've done what could make him happy." I reply. "You are the one that makes him happy, that's why he was always chasing after you." James fakes a smile.

"He faced every single dull moment, just to keep you in his arms. He struggled through his sickness just to talk to you. He went all the way to Doncaster to find you." James held my hand.

Tears continue falling down my eyes. "He was always there, you just didn't realize."

"Don't blame yourself, though." James says, letting go of my hand. "He did it for you, Bradley William Simpson did everything for you, even it meant for his life to be on the edge." James smiles.

"be grateful for it."

James walked out of my room, I stood up. The bags under my eyes, made it hard to look around. I felt numb and depressed. Dumbfounded, as always.

"it's time."