When it all starts to hit the fan
Marco’s POV
“I can’t deal with this, I…ju..st…can’t” the only words Jean said before the line cut out, filling the room with silence again. Slice, the one thing I hate more than my shit storm of a life. The thoughts that flow in my head are crazy but that doesn’t matter I have to make sure he is okay.
I am stopped in my tracks by an extreme pain were my lungs are located, it is like someone just punched me in the stomach. All of the air pushed out of my stomach made me fall to the ground.
“Not….now….I…am..not…dying..today” I pull back my long sleeve that hides my heart line,
“yeah…like..i..th..ought, not yet… I still have four days”
Sooner than I would like but it’s enough.
I grab my phone and start typing Sasha the one person that I know that will pick up on things,
like were people live, like emotions. Like my emotions, I miss her. We were such good friends and now we never talk.
That’s not the point Marco, stay focused. I called her and she came and picked me up.
“Hey bud what’s wrong? You look really pale and worried”
“I need you to take me to Jeans house and wait outside”
“..Okay, as long as you at least let me say bye to you when you…” she trailed off
“Die…?”
“Yeah..” she said as she looked down and wiped a tear from her cheek
“..How long have you known, Sasha”
“A long time, I know your time is soon too…. I found out when you slept over at Connie’s house…
I got curious, I mean you never talk about it so I thought you had a really long life spam and didn’t want anyone to feel bad” she paused and looked at me
“I counted all the lines and since then I’ve counted down the days, I just want to be able to know that you don’t die alone and lonely”
“Thank you Sasha” I looked away from her with tears in my eyes, she is so amazing. I’m glade to have met her.
The rest of the drive was silence. Not a bad silence for once.
The second that we got close to jeans house I could see him, he is in a ball against his fence. With the way he is I can’t see his face but I can tell he is crying.
The second that the car stopped I ran straight to him. When I got to him I got down and gave him a hug. The second that I touched him I felt him flinch.
“Why are you hear Jean, what happened?”
“I was waiting for you to come”
“I’m here now, are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” he looked up when I finished talking.
His face a light pink-ish red with tears in his eyes.
“I’m sick of this”
“Of what?”
“Lying to people”
“Lying? About what Jean?”
“Come with me, you’ll see. Just don’t run away, just don’t leave”
“I’m not going to leave you Jean, I promise” He got up grabbed my hand and led me into his house.
Then into his room, which is a complete mess and the only light in the room is coming from his window but the curtains are pulled in so there is not a lot of light.
“a heart line” he said while grabbing my other hand so he could hold them both.
“Something that we all are born with”
“Yet it seems I, Jean Kirstein was never born with one” there was a pause
“Are you freaked out?”
“No, no I’m not. Why is that upsetting?”
“Because, I don’t know when I will die.”
“So? What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m scared that I’ll die and not get the chance to do what I want, I don’t know how long I have to test out things. Like us”
“Us?”
“I don’t want to die with the regret of being nothing more than friends, But you aren’t gay”
“Who said I wasn’t” the second I said that I leaned in and kissed him
“Marco, I think that I love you”
“I think I love you too Jean”
Why can’t I have just been given a longer time line? Why? I wish I could just have a moment like this and not have to worry.
It’s too bad that after I said that to jean the room started to spin and then my vision went black.