Sasha's P. O. V.
He leaned down over me, and everything around us blurred. He halted a few inches from me, and I stared into those eyes I'd loved more than myself, that angelic face which had my heart......and that same face which had shattered me.
Tears threatening, I blinked them away.
He saw the hesitation in me, and pulled back. He covered his face with his palms, and my face fell.
I reached out to touch his arm.
"Hey, Alex, please just hear me out." I plead.
He nods, still not looking at me, beckoning me to go on.
"Look, I don't even know how long I've got to live, all with my pathetic lungs and stuff....and please.....try to understand, I'm not trying to hurt you, or anyone, I just want to make sure that if I......" I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying not to break down again, and continue. "Hey, if I don't make it," Alex's head whips towards me, his eyes sharp, "Well, guess is forgot to tell you that I've got my surgery in 3 weeks, one that might ki....." I break off, my throat clamping shut, and aching.
It was my turn to avoid looking at him.
I release a breath. "Look, Alex, this surgery, I might not make it. And I'm.....scared. Like shit. And I don't wanna hurt any of you in case I......"I sigh.
Alex's P. O. V.
Wha- no. Just....no.
I couldn't lose her. Not right now.
The way she says all of it, it's enough to break me.
How could I not have seen it? The way she'd refused to open up to me, and how lately Ava, Audrey and Trish had also told Cole and I that she'd just cut off.
How could I just let her go?
This just wasn't fair. Why were we given so less time?
Nononononono.
I'd read stories and watched movies which didn't have a happy ending, I never thought my own life would become such a story.
I risked a glance at her.
She was staring into the water in the river, her eyes reflecting the glints off gold in the water, her red hair caught into the soft evening orange light, giving it a soft bronze touch.
She'd hogged her knees, and was sitting with a far look on her face.
Of course, she'd be hanging on the edges of life and death, and here I was, caring only about kissing her.
When had I become so self obsessed?
I inch closer to her, wrapping my arms around her, and she relaxes, almost as if giving up, as if she'd finally broken, and given in. I was surprised. I'd never seen her so......helpless, so vulnerable.
That very moment, I decided that I'd be whatever she wanted me to be for her. I'd be there for her.
Always.
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Sasha's P. O. V.
>10 minutes later <
Alex and I were walking to my house, he was going to drop me off. After the past hour, my bond with Alex had changed. I felt like, finally, I wasn't alone. I felt like I had someone to talk to about.....this.
I smiled at Alex as we neared my house.
He spotted me grinning at him, and raised his eyebrows. "Careful, Sash. One might think that you're in love." He grinned back.
I hit him on the arm, still smiling.
"So......goodbye." I say.
I hated saying bye to him, especially.
He nods his farewell, and I turn to head back, when he calls out. "Sasha!"
I turn back.
"When should I pick you up?"
I raise my eyebrows in question.
He sighs. "For homecoming. Don't tell me the great Sasha Conrad forgot."
"Oh, umm.....I'll text you."
He sniggered.
"What? I did NOT forget." I protest.
"Don't worry, darling. I tend to have that effect on people."
I roll my eyes. "Sure you do."
I walk back home, and this time, he grabs my hand, and I turn around, and he says, "I'm there for you. I promise."
I smile and nod. "I know."
He lets go of my arm, and I go back home, for real this time.
I closed the door behind my room and went to the window and watched him leave.
Despite all things, all situations, all troubles and all the tears, one thing was clear.
I was hopelessly and totally still in love my best friend.
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A/N-
Hi!! Long time no see, huh?
Sry, I can't do anything bout it...there's other stuff going on too.....but I'm gonna try to write as much as I can!!
Tell me how u guys liked this part (I know, short) and wht u think's gonna happen!!
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