Breviloquent // m.c

Day Twelve

Day Twelve

I made it to the top of the hill and took a deep breath before turning around to find Jillian still making her way up the hill. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She just gave me a thumbs up, clearly out of breath.

I began to make my way back down the hill towards her. I reached out my hand and she willingly grabbed it. "We can stop, you know."

"No... I'm going to make it." She panted.

I helped guide her to the top where she finally sat down on a rock.

"This medicine is making it really hard for me to do anything." she sighed.

"I know, baby." I looked down at her and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "But look, you made it!"

She smiled, "So that's what the Hollywood sign looks like in person."

I chuckled, "Yup!"

Her hands reached up and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to her lips.

I sat down on the space next to her and she rested her head on my shoulder, "I'll never understand why you're doing this for me, but thank you."

"I'd do anything for you."

She chuckled, "I've come to notice that despite what everyone says, life really is like a bowl of cherries. Sometimes you take a bite and they're really good and filled with flavor, but other times you bite into them and you get seeds. And eventually, after you've eaten all of the cherries and you've gone through all the seeds and the flavor, you're sad because they're gone." She shrugged and put her hand in mine. "It just goes to show that all good things must come to an end, just like the cherries."

It was silent for a minute before I cracked a crooked smile, "Well, I don't like cherries."