The Price Of Love

10-Not A Dream

Price Of Love

Ella-

"Mm." I hear myself moan as my eyes hit the brightest light in the world. My eyes are forced to squint as I regain my sight.

"She's waking." I hear my mom whisper. I slowly sit up, feeling a slight tug on my arm. I look down and see multiple lines coming from my wrist. I then look up, scanning over the machines and finally, my mom.

Mom's hair was all messed up, her mascara smeared, her bright pink dress wrinkled. Beside her sat Miss Stevens, her makeup was also smeared, and her jogging attire looked worn out and wrinkled. Surprisingly, Addison and her brother sat in the other two chairs. Addison was sleeping on Evan's lap, while Evan's green eyes meet mine.

"Mom," I say, turning to where she sat. "What happened?"

Mom lets out a heavy sigh, looking very tired and glum, "You had a seizure."'

"Oh," I respond, barely processing what she just said. I couldn't recall any seizures nor past memories of today.

"May I have a moment alone with my daughter?" Mom asks everyone.

As soon as the room is cleared, mom says, "You have a brain tumor."

"What?" I say in disbelief.

"It's up to you to decide whether or not you want surgery and you must know the risks. You may lose your memories, you may receive long-term paralysis, and you may even die. But, if you follow, though, you might be cured of the trauma you have been experiencing." Mom explains, letting me comprehend every word. I sat there, shocked. I never thought I would have cancer. I took all the needed shots to prevent most cancers and I took decent care of my body. This was so unexpected.

"Mom," I reply. "Can I have time to think about it?"

"Yeah, sure." Mom nods, standing up. She walks over to me, plants a light kiss on my forehead before leaving the white colored room.

I stare at the ceiling, trying not to think at that very moment. It took me a few moments to actually get some thoughts. Actually, if I calculate correctly, a half and hour or so.

If I have the surgery, I might get cured, but what if I don't? What if I wake up in another bed sweat? What if Brad will always haunt me? I wouldn't dare think that I would die on the operation table. It is just too scary to think something like that could happen.

Suddenly, a soft knock is on the door.

"Come in," I say, still trying to make up my decision. Evan walks in, closing the door softly behind him. I pat a spot on the bed, letting him know he could sit there. He does, and we end up in a small moment of silence.

Finally, he says, "I am taking you out for dinner."

"Is that so?" A playful smile tugs at my lips and I forget about my cancer this instant. He grins back, so wide that a smile if forced upon my face.

"C'mon, let's be rebels." Evan pleads.

I think for a bit before nodding, "Yes."

"Okay, well, let's see how good you look in a hospital gown," Evan says as he helps me out of bed. At first, I feel dizzy, but when I stared into his eyes, everything felt just right.

"You look extraordinary." Evan smiles honestly, before picking me up bridal style. I giggle as I pull out all the chords and tubes, making sure the machines don't buzz. "Ready?"

"Ready," I respond, hanging my arms around his neck.

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Somehow, we were able to sneak out of the hospital undetected. It was kind of scary how we were able to pull that off. Maybe I would know if I hadn't been staring at Evan the whole time.

Evan pulled up to an unfamiliar restaurant. I squint at the sign that read, 'Buffet De Bob'. I chuckle at Evan's taste, I didn't think he liked the French. He seemed more of a Latin soul to me.

Once inside, I couldn't help but notice a lot of eyes on me. What? Has no one ever seen someone in a hospital gown before? No?

After receiving our meals, we sat down near the water fountain and eagerly dug into our foods. I couldn't help but notice Evan's proper eating manners, I chuckled at the thought that he might be a prince.

"Ella," Evan says after placing his fork down beside his plate. "I want you to know something."

"Yeah?" I inquire.

"I will support you no matter what, no matter what decision you make." He says, his eyes never leaving mine. I place my fork down beside my plate too, grabbing his hands.

I gaze into his eyes and say, "Thanks, for everything. I never thought I could ever have a chance at falling in love again."

"Ella." Evan whispers. "I love you."

"Evan," I respond.

"Yeah?"

I then smashed my lips onto his, feeling the butterfly feelings in my stomach. Savoring my first kiss and hoping it wouldn't be my last.

He kisses back, more passionately. I feel his lips form into a smile onto mine. As much as I wanted to keep kissing his soft and moist lips, I knew I couldn't make a scene.

I retreat, grazing into his- wait?

Blue eyes.

My eyes widened, no...this can't be happening now!

"Ella?" I hear Brad's voice.

"Ella!" His voice seems more distant than before.

I hear screaming far away, and glass shattering. All I see is Brad's face. Which is strange. It's just how I remembered it.

Straight edges, sharp chin, cute little nose, decent size plush lips, bright blue eyes, a significant scar down his right side of his face, and thick eyebrows. I reached out to touch his face, in hopes of feeling his soft and alive skin.

But all I felt was air.

A/N: Yeah, Auburn published it :)
Btw your welcome ~Auburn
Stay pricey ~K

Actual Author's Note: Just editing and reliving the creation of this very questionable book.