Teen Ink

My Grave..

3 Months LATER
SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW


I was so exhausted after this flight that all I wanted to do was just get into the room and sleep. I unlocked the door and entered into a dimly lit room.
I entered into the bedroom after this tiresome journey and found myself running into none other than the person I have been running away since three months.
"Justin." I gawped. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Talk about stalker.
"I needed to see you." He whispered, pulling my gaze at him.
My eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "And now you have, please leave."
He inched closer and closer to me until his arms were wrapped around my shaking body.
"I missed you so much." He softly spoke, burying his face into my neck.
I missed him too. More than words could even begin to explain, but I couldn't be so selfish as to continue with whatever we had, knowing that I wouldn't be around much longer.
"Can you please leave." I muttered in an undertone, using every drop of willpower within me not to cry.
His face fell. "Summer, I love you." He stated. "I just got you back and I'm not leaving unless you have a perfectly good reason."
I inwardly sighed.
This wasn't getting any easier.
So maybe it was time to just tell him...
"Justin." I began, tears already welling up in my eyes. "I have to tell you something and you have to promise me that you won't freak out, okay?"
He nodded, completely oblivious to the bombshell I was about to drop.
I lead him over to the bed and we both lay flat on our backs, just staring at the ceiling.
"I..." I inhaled deeply. "I have cancer."
The tears rolled down my face and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.
"The the day the doctor called you, I overhead your conversation. I hurried back to my room, picked up stuff and left. And I am sorry I put you in all this misery but I didn’t want to receive the treatment. Though Jane forced me into it, I did try it once but...”
His face was pale, white and I could have sworn he looked like he was about to vomit He never came to know about the cancer then. Maybe he thought brain tumour just to be some mild disease. "Oh God, Summer why?"
"It hurts, Justin." I mumbled, staring deeply into his eyes.
Tears blurred his eyes, which now resembled empty voids. "I...I don't understand, Summer we need to get you back to the hospital so you can get better and-"
"It's over, Justin." I sympathetically smiled, using my thumb to wipe his salty tears.
"It's never over." He sobbed, burying his head into my hands. "I won't let you."
It was like trying to comfort a child, only worse.
"I'm sorry." I whispered into his hair, inhaling is heavenly scent. "Now you see why I wanted you to go. Now, go call Kenny or your Mom. I'll be fine."
I'd never seen this side of him before.
He was vulnerable.
Just like everyone else.
"I'm staying here." He stated, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm not letting you go through this alone!"
So determined.
I smiled again. "No need, I promise I'll be fine." I was lying, masking the pain that was coursing through my veins. "You'll forget me. Just... move on."
He shook his head. "I...I can't, please... Please just..." He sobbed even harder. "Please let me help you, Summer."
Cupping his tear-stained face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his forehead. "Justin, it won't be pleasant. I'll get weaker and weaker until it just happens." I explained.
"I'm still coming with you." He grumbled, pulling his knees into his chest.
There was no convincing him.
He was 1000% sure that he was coming with me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him.
Part of me was glad.
His fingers were now intertwined with mine.

"I'll be there until you take your last breath, I promise." he said.