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.
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when the flowers die || l.s
Fanfictionflowers don't last forever, not even the pretty ones. [lowercase intended]