in
his arms
Chapter 34
At first, I didn’t feel anything. I guess
I was just trying to let everything sit in. I couldn’t
believe it. This was my everything. He was my
everything. My life. My meaning for existence.
And he was dying.
I gasped and brought my hands up to my mouth. An impulsive
hollowness entered my chest, and it felt like something was torn
out of me. “No,” was all I managed to stutter before
overwhelming sobs and shaking took over my body.
He bobbed his head as he slid on the bed next to me.
“Anthony, please be lying,” I begged. “Please.
Please!”
“Please, Kail, please don’t cry,” he asked
frantically and wide-eyed. “Please, Kaitlyn,
please.”
“When is the surgery?”
He shrugged. “A month, about.”
“So it could kill you?”
“If the cancer doesn’t kill me first.”
I couldn’t say anything else; my breathing shuddered with
the tears I couldn’t hold back. My throat was jagged, and I
felt like I could’ve gotten sick.
“Stop, stop,” he murmured, pressing his cold fingers
to my cheek. “This is why I didn’t tell you. Kaitlyn,
for me, seeing you crying or upset is the worst thing in the
world. Watching you go through chemo, that killed me. I never
want to see you like this. I want to do anything to change
that.”
Nothing he could’ve said, nothing anyone could’ve
said would’ve been enough to make me stop crying. So I
didn’t. I didn’t even respond to him.
“How’s your day?” he finally asked desperately.
I turned my face up to his.
“What?”
“How’s your day going?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get your mind off of it.”
I tore my eyes from his and instead placed them on my shaking
fingers. “Awesome, can’t you tell?”
“What’s that dress for?” he murmured.
I glanced up again at the purple dress that was laid out on my
bed. “Oh, Morgan and Aidan’s wedding. You were
invited, by the way; I just completely forgot to tell
you.”
He forced a meager smile. “No, Morgan already invited me.
The weekend we went to New York, she told me that was the city
she was going to get married in, and then invited me.”
I sighed heavily. “Oh.”
“I have a tie that matches that dress,” he told
me.
My fingers traced the lace. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he hummed, sliding his body closer to mine.
“We’ll look cute, all color coordinated.”
“I never look cute anymore,” I muttered.
He tilted my face to his so our eyes were locked. “Maybe
not cute,” he murmured, our facings leaning closer
together, “but Kaitlyn, I think you are absolutely
beautiful.”
And he wrapped his arms around my frail body, cradling me. And I
became breathless, weightless. I hadn’t any problems. I was
lost again.
It was amazing, how I felt in his arms.
So I
have a snowday tomorrow, and I will probably lose internet. Sorry
if I don't upload for a while ~
There was a girl in my school who made up a rumor about
herself being pregnant. She made up a rumor
about herself. I can't be the only
one who sees a problem with this.
Oh one last thing, if you're one of those b.tches who is
"done reading this story" because "it's just a
bad copy" of a book I've never read, then keep your
f.cking comments to yourself and have a horrible day. K
thanks.
*I don't notify, please
don't ask.*