Chapter 8

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Soon enough Wednesday comes and I can barely stand with the intensity of pain I am bearing through. The painkillers get stronger and I am almost stumbling over with every stop I take. I would fall if Cam was not there and in some sense that has been the same since we first met. I would fall without Cam there to guide me. I intend on saying goodbye to everyone I love today so I try my best to act like everything is perfectly fine, I get dressed but with the help of Cam as without this I would not be able to. I sit, my head throbs yet I need to go through with this. I need the ending because there is not a finished story without an ending and that's what I am slowly becoming.

Hearing footsteps from down the hall, I try to brace myself for what is to come but truly I cannot prepare myself for any of this. Cam walks to the door letting go of my hand for what feels like the first time and I just take a deep breath as Adam walks in.

Adam?

He stares blankly at me before finally saying, "Caitlin told me you were here." I just nod, it was plainly obvious who he knew that from I just wanted to know why he was here.

"I lost Becca and I never got to say goodbye, if this is my chance I want to see you for the final time."

He walks to me and wraps me tightly in his arms, it hurts. I'm fragile, my whole body aches with pain but I try to ignore this. He stands like he doesn't know what to do next and I finally say, "It was a pleasure knowing you, thank you for coming."

And with that Cam showed him to the door.

This was going to be hard because if it upset me this much to say goodbye to Adam, then how was I supposed to say goodbye to my friends? My family? Cam? As my eyes locked with Cam's I cannot picture for one second saying farewell to him.

I cannot close my eyes knowing that he will never be close to me again. My heart aches for something that I cannot have and maybe feels the same but time will go on and so will he. He shall find a new love, someone who cares for him, who loves him. He may never even love them more than he does to me but I can assure you they will never love him as much as I do.

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