petals on our lips |

7

Every day I tried.

I tried to get her to meet with me.

I never told her of the disease.

 I didn't want her to feel pity and see me for that reason only.

I also hoped that some part of her missed me.

I tried texting her at least once a day since the sickness started.

Sometimes I'd get frustrated and call her but it only ever got as far as a voicemail.

It was useless.

She'd never reply or call back so there was no use trying anymore.

No use hoping I'd ever get to tell her before anything happened to me.

Before I died.

Every day my body felt worse.

My body was weaker and it was always trembling.

The room in my lungs that was only supposed to be filled with air was being taken up by the bright blue roses.

It was causing me to lose my breath faster; struggling to breathe more and more.

I had no choice but to stay home.

The number of times I'd vomit in a day increased to the point where I couldn't even leave the bathroom.

I was hunching down on the toilet every day.

Seeing as the vibrant blue petals turned to full flowers.

I'd only have enough time to drink water before I was puking almost nonstop once again.

My throat was sore.

My eyes were watery and tired.

Three days passed.

My emotions for her increased and my mind was tired.

My body was tired.

It was exhausted and it was dying.

Wiping my mouth quickly and with a heaving chest, I dropped down next to the toilet seat and stared up at the bright white ceiling.

My vision was getting blurry and my body was shaking.

Still, I reached for my phone that was tossed beside me and I opened up my messages.

I looked for her name and texted her one last time.

help me

The second I sent the message my ears rang loudly, my vision blurred, and I collapsed.

-

With an intense headache, I woke up to the sound of beeping beside me.

The familiar stingy antiseptic smell reached my nose.

My eyes winced at the bright lights of the hospital room, in contrast to the room I had been in.

Hearing the monitor brought my mind to her resting on a hospital bed.

Blinking quickly I looked around and in the corner there she sat rubbing her temples with one hand.

She hadn't noticed I was awake.

Her body showed that she was uncomfortable yet that she wasn't set on leaving either.

I called her name confused with a dry mouth.

Slowly she looked up at me and stood up from the seat.

She walked up to the side of the bed.

She told me everything that led up to my arrival at the hospital.

I smiled happily knowing she had finally noticed my message.

It felt like something more than a coincidence.

The moment when I really needed her the most she finally saw my text.

She turned to look at the corner she was sitting before and I took it as a chance to look at her face.

My heartbeat began to speed up seeing her so close to me.

Hearing how she told me how she found me brought me comfort.

How she was close by.

Everything that led up to her finding me,

it seemed like a path of fate.

As if all of it was meant to happen.

But of course, it was nothing,

nothing but pure coincidence.