Not Mine to Love

Not Mine to Love </3

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I hope you like it...

It's my first time writing from a guy's point of view!!

I know this is a sad story, but don't worry.... It will get better:)

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 Flowers.

There are flowers for every occasion. They can symbolize anything; love, sympathy, celebration, or even” thank you”. 

I’m guessing that the seven Forget-Me-Not’s were self explanatory.

But there was more to it then that. Would she take it the wrong way? If she did, would she be angry? Sad?

Relax. I told myself. I’m sure it will be fine.

Walking into the hospital, it was as if my feet knew exactly where to go. My mind had no control over my legs.

It was like my brain just gave up.

Yeah, you and me both, buddy.

A few seconds later, I was at the receptionist’s desk.

“Hi, I’m here to visit Kerri Manor.”

Wow. It looks like my mouth has taken over too.

The nurse looked at me with sad eyes.

That was never good.

“I’m so sorry, dear, but Ms. Manor left us earlier this morning. There was nothing we could do. Her state was too unstable. I hate to be the bearer of bad news…” She rambled on.

No. Not my Ker Bear. It couldn’t be.

I saw the woman’s lips stop moving.

“Are you quite alright, sir?”

“No,” I whispered. How could I ever be okay again?

“Do you need me to send for a doctor…?” She asked, her face turning white.

I slammed the side of my fist on the counter, a loud crack echoing through the lobby.

“Why her? Why,” I hissed, scaring the poor receptionist even more.

I fought back the tears threatening to spill over. I couldn’t cry. Not here, not ever. She left me. She didn’t deserve my tears.

I cursed at everything… The receptionist, the world…

Kerri.

I loved her. More than I ever knew was possible.

And now she was gone.

I didn’t even get the chance to tell her goodbye.

I never even told her I loved her.

Why had I been so afraid? But now it was too late.

It didn’t matter.

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