I'm Still Breathing

fifteen

Logan's POINT OF VIEW

I cry after reading the first page of her letter. She loved me ever since and I was too ignorant to notice. Honestly, I never got the signs whenever a person liked me or not. Maybe I'm oblivious, but I like it that way. Maybe it's good that I never noticed that she liked me because I have to face Ashley's wrath, but what if I noticed? What will happen? Will be together?

Three months, no news. She's still there, breathing and alive, but not moving. I continuously visit her, checking for news, afraid of what's to come; if she could make it or not. I hear my phone buzz and see a text message from Ashley. I didn't know that I kept her number because I'm clearly sure that I deleted it years ago. Maybe I kept it for emergencies, but if I see her text me anything disrespectful, I'm going to delete her number, again.

From: Ashley Fitzgerald

I am sorry for hearing Beth die. Condolence to the Stacy family.

I text her a message, feeling enraged.

To: Ashley Fitzgerald

What the fuck are you saying? Your ex-best friend hasn't died, Ashley. It's your fault. She wouldn't be in a coma, if you didn't have an affair with her ex-boyfriend. Tell your boyfriend that he's a fucking dick.

I send and feel the wanting to slap her. She may be my ex-girlfriend, but holy shit, what kind of person send shit saying her friend already died and it looks like she's happy about it.

From: Ashley Fitzgerald

I'm sorry, okay? Yes, it's my mistake, but Jamie drag me into this because he didn't really love Beth. By the way, it's ex-boyfriend and yes, he's a fucking dick.

I roll my eyes at the message and put my phone on my pocket. I continue to quietly stare at the heart monitor going up and down, beeping. The door opens and I expect it to be Alec or Hadley, but a nurse walks in, giving me a shy smile.

"Is she your girlfriend?" She casually asks, checking her vitals.

"Nope," I reply. "We're just friends."

"Oh, are you sure?" She asks once more, smirking. "You don't have to lie. You can tell me and I won't tell her parents. I know forbidden love is popular these days with her not allowed to date and etc."

"What makes you think that I'm her boyfriend?" I ask in curiosity, happiness sparking up.

"You just stayed here for days; never leaving her. I heard that you haven't slept or eaten with the first few days she's admitted here. Also, the talk of the office is the letter Officer Kelly gave you."

"Oh," I reply, taking in that they've been talking about her in the office. "She's just my best friend, but I think we feel something different."

"Cheesy, but cute," she quietly whispers, but I catch it.

"Nice talking with you," I say, as she heads to the door, done checking her vitals.

"I'm glad that I helped lift that frown away from your face," she says, leaving me practically smiling. Feeling happiness, I get her letter from my wallet and read.