Day Twenty
I don't know if it was the sudden realization that Jillian's health was progressively getting worse, or maybe I had just been alone too much recently. But lately I had been thinking more about the future and the things she will never get to experience, and things I will never get to experience with her.
All of our original plans were being shredded by the second. Suddenly, we were no longer worried about when we were going to be able to get our first pet, rather how we were going to pay for the medications. Years of planning to start a family were being washed away every time she would spend another night in the hospital. And all I could do was sit here and watch hopelessly as I watched my world slowly slip away from me.
"Michael," she whispered, her hand stretched out from the hospital bed and fell on my leg.
Startled out of my day dream, I shook my head. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for? This isn't your fault. You didn't ask for this."
"I'm ruining your life."
"Don't ever say that again, it's the furthest from the truth."
"You don't have to stay with me."
"Yes I do. Now stop it."
"I'm sorry." She whispered again.
I grabbed her hand in mine and held all of my emotions inside. "You know, there's only one thing left on your bucket list."
She nodded, "Paris."
I smiled, "I will get you there no matter what."
"Promise me, that even if I can't make it there, you will still go... for me. Promise me, Clifford."
I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "I promise... Clifford."
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Breviloquent // m.c
FanfictionSometimes in this world we're faced with challenges that may not seem as though you will ever get past them. I've learned that it's better to make the best of what you have, and enjoy the days while you have them.
