One More Chance: Book 1

Ch.47 - Her Last Words

(Devyn)

Xander hasn't had much sleep.

I don't know what to do at this point, I feel like I given up.

The next day is now here and it's been approximately 12 hours since his mother passed away.

As the morning sun shines through those large windows, I turned on my back as he was asleep holding his pillow.

I laid on my side quietly watching him as he sleeps restlessly.

His black hair was mess as it falls in his eyes as he slept, his skin warm to my touch when I trace the ink on his arm.

I didn't want to wake him just yet or at least let him wake up on his own.

He began to move around in the bed shaking us both when he laid on his back and turned his head towards me with his eyes opened.

"Good morning," I said quietly.

"Morning, Baby."

He looked at me again and I didn't even realize he did until my eyes met his, "How did you sleep?"

"Alright. I feel like shit to be honest. From yesterday, arguing with you kills me."

My heart shattered and I hated arguing with him too. It hurts every time we do.

"I know. Me too. I hate when we argue."

His hand rubbed his eyes and he started getting upset, "I hate this."

Immediately, I climbed out of my spot moving the covers to reach him and I laid on top of him.

"I miss her, Babe."

I kissed his chin lightly rubbing my thumb against his cheek caressing his skin.

His arms grabbed me pulling me closer to him as he yelled in tears and I felt helpless.

I can't take his pain away.

My eyes watered because I didn't know what to do other than be here for him.

"Let it out. It's okay," I remind him as I brushed his hair with my fingers.

His grip lessened and I pulled away only a little to look at him, I wiped my thumbs under his eyes to dry his tears.

"Baby?"

He doesn't stop.

"Baby, look at me!?"

He opened his eyes looking into mine, "I love you, okay? I'm here."

He hugged me carefully when I hear him, "I love you more."

My lips met his and he kissed me softly being careful and gentle even though he's upset.

"Do you want to get up?"

Xander looked up at me and I frown when he looked at me sick.

"I don't feel so good."

"What do you mean-"

He climbed out of bed quickly, running towards the bathroom and I heard him throwing up.

I pulled the covers off of me and I walked to the bathroom finding him by the toilet.

"Baby? When was the last time you ate?"

He puked once again before looking up at me, "I haven't. That's the problem."

I grabbed a wash rag from the sink and ran the faucet with warm water.

"You didn't eat at all before we came to the hospital," I asked as I sat on the floor with him wiping his face trying to clean him up.

He shook his head, "My anxiety. I just couldn't."