Will Newman's last days FIVE FEET APART

I'm Sorry, My Love

Hiii. Just wanted to let u know I started an IT fic, w Richie struggling w his Sexuality. If u wanna go ahead and read it I'd appreciate ;) I'd recommend watching the second movie before tho. K, thx! <3

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Stella's pov
I dragged my feet across the halls. I didn't wanna reach Will's room yet. My hands were shaking, my breath was ragged, by forehead had beads of sweat sliding down.

I knew he probably assumed he wasn't okay, but assuming and knowing for sure is different.

Two weeks. Less. Too little. Too definitive. My heart ached. But I had just returned! He couldn't leave as soon as I had come back. I was devastated. It could NOT be true.

I reached his door and held my hand on the door knob for a minute before going in.

I didn't even look at him before screaming.

"Will, you're gonna die!" I dropped myself to the feet of his bed and started sobbing. God, I was so emotional. I was having more breakdowns than a character in a lame watpadd fic. :)

But in between my sobs I heard his. I looked up, surprised. He was wiping the tears under his eyes, and he seemed traumatized.

And then, finally, I realized that we weren't alone. Barb was in there as well, sitting on his bed, grabbing his hand.

It took me about two good seconds to find out what was happening.

He already knew about the 'having-two-weeks-to-live-thing'. As soon as I had left, Barb had come in and told him, planning to break the news to me later.

He stared into my eyes and I got lost in his. God, they were beautiful. But they were engulfed in despair. They had always had a bit of a depressed shine to them, or at least, I assumed, since he was taken off the transplant list because of the B Cepacia. But now they were completely devoid of any hope.

I guess he had never really given up completely on life. He had had worse times and better, but never 100% bad. Except now.

Now he KNEW that he wasn't gonna make it. It broke my heart. I grabbed his hand in my mind and squeezed it.

I stood there silently by his far away side as he cried, trying to give him emotional support. It must've not been very helpful because I had tears strolling down my face as well, but at least I was quiet.

He finally calmed down and stopped crying after a few more minutes.

He stared at me for a little while, making me truly uncomfortable having all these long silences, before speaking.

"Stella." he called. "I wanna... I wanna do everything I haven't been able to in all my life. I want us to use these two weeks properly."

"Yes." I nodded eagerly. "Yes!"

He smiled shyly and looked at Barb for an answer.

"Errrr..." she sctached her head and passed her hand over her sweaty forehead. "Yeah, I guess. But you would have to wear a mask at all times, and would have to be carried around in a wheelchair. Understood?"

Will glanced at me, happily, and grinned at Barb, meaning that he agreed.

"Thank you." his voice cracked, thick with emotion, and he let his head rest in the pillow, his hands clutching his chest, where his heart was, as if it were gonna beat out of there with joy. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised, as it felt like that was gonna happen to me.

There was a shadow hanging over the entire situation, though. His death was impending. But they couldn't focus on that.

He wanted to enjoy these weeks? Well I was gonna make sure he had the time of his life. Oh, yes. He was gonna enjoy them, alright.

It had become my sacred duty. My final gift to him.

NOTHING could go wrong, or else I'd never forgive myself. I knew I had put the stakes way too high up, but I didn't even care. It was happening.

I got out of the room and waited in the hall where I had spent so much time of my life in, he wanted to start right away, but Barb had insisted he changed clothes.

He still refused to let me see his body uncovered, as it was probably in the most deplorable state it would ever be in, but I knew that eventually he'd let me see him.

I paced around, already thinking of ideas and plans to entertain him, grabbing my notebook from my bag and starting a lit of the things we were gonna do. I'd ask him later if he wanted to do something in specific.

He came out after five minutes, ready to take on the world, and we waited as Barb went to grab the wheelchair.

He gasped quietly and went inside his room for a second, and I assumed he had forgotten something. When he came out I wanted to hug him and cry.

The pool stuck we used to stay five feet apart. He had kept it. I took my hands to my heart and smiled.

"I love you." I whispered.

He chuckled and extended the stick towards me.

"Five feet apart." he said, and I grabbed the other end after he said: "are you in?"

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YAY. so that's that. The next chapter will def be from Will's pov, (FINALLY) and I hope u enjoy it. Remember to check out my IT fic lmao