calory

I've been to this absolutely fantastic, 

yet so heartbreaking story tonight. 

We were at a school. Somehow, me and a few classmates decides to go against the whole flow of other people, and gets picked up by Trevor. He's quiet, but he picks us up on his bicycle. It's heavy, but he says nothing. 

The party goes on, and during it, we slowly fall in love. Also, after falling in love, he confesses that he hasn't been feeling well at all the whole time. Rather than not feeling well, he hasn't been able to feel a thing. Except the love that we've built. It's been shining through the whole time. 

With his sickness getting worse and worse, & his temperature rising steady, the other classmates return to their places. I don't think they are aware that this will be the last time they see him. 

My eyes fills with tears as he says he needs to lay down, temperature's just keeping to rise, and his face slowly getting red. I lay down next to him, knowing the end is near. 

Both of us cries, as he realises that our love is something he wants to live for, but won't. Facing each other, surrounded by a whole array of beautiful flowers and spectacles, we cry, and wishes he has more time. I totally break down. 

He wipes my tears, says that he loves me, and smiles at the fact that he can't wipe them fast enough. The fact that he has so short time left intensifies the love we feel.

We are laying face to face, so close to each other. End is near. He looks me in the eyes, smoothly touches my tearstained face, and takes his last breath. 

I don't remember what happened to his body after, but I remember cleaning up after that party. I remember filming a story to Instagram, at the aftermath of the place. 

I arrange the flowers, look up into the sky and hope that his love is everywhere around me, present in those flowers scattered around. 

And then I woke up

with that familiar sting in my heart