day eight

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6/13/14

dear michael,

i brought you flowers today and i guess that was a dumb move.

you're not even awake to see them.

two more days.

two more fucking days.

we've only got that amount of time left and you won't wake up.

i'm sorry for getting your pillow soaked.

i couldn't control the flow of my tears.

your lips were so fucking pale but that didn't make you less irresistible.

i fell asleep next to you.

your presence made me a bit happier.

we stayed like that until 11pm when the nurse woke me up and told me that visiting hours were over.

i kissed your cheek after she had woken me up and left.

it was drizzling and i didn't bring any umbrella so i was forced to stay just outside the main gates for half an hour.

but i met someone.

his name was william.

we chatted for a while and he told me that his mom had cancer and she didn't have much time left.

i told him about you.

he told me that he felt sorry for me.

i felt sorry for me too.

we asked for each other's numbers.

he said goodbye when the rain began to calm down then he left.

ashton said that he would pick me up but it's 1am now and there's still no sign of him.

i'm going to go and take a cab if he doesn't show up in 15 more minutes.

i miss you so damn much please wake up already.

i love you.

- luke

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