when the flowers die || l.s

jasmine

ever since that day,

i did my very best to spend my time

with harry

we travelled together

watched an endless amount of movies

snogged every chance we had,

even if it meant that the doctors

would walk in on us snogging

we did almost everything in his

bucket list

today my love,

you get a jasmine

i gingerly placed the flower

in his flower jar

(or f'lou'wer jar as he likes to call it)

on his bedside table

the sound of his heart monitor

was beeping

the beeps give me a sense of relief

because they're signs that

he's still alive

still with me

but i hate it too

because one day i'm going to have to

hear that one deafening beep

for when he takes his last breath

i love jasmines

he spoke

a weak smile forming on his lips

his voice was getting weaker day by day

he had a month left

and i plan on making that month

count every second

would you like some tea?

i asked, stroking his pale hand

yes, darling

thank you

he replied

so i got up and went to the

counter to make us two cups of tea

i accidentally dropped the stirrer

and as i got down to pick it up,

a small red box fell out of my pocket

oh shit

the ring box

i hastily picked up the tiny box and

shoved it in my back pocket

i'm going to propose to him

tomorrow

he has one month left,

and i'm going to marry him

and finally check off the

second last thing in his bucket list

the final one was to have a

family together

but we both knew that

that wasn't going to happen

it would be too late...

but

hopefully marrying him

wouldn't.