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You sighed, shifting in bed. It had been at least 2 days since you were admitted to the hospital. You were hurt in battle. You were thrown into a building by a Titan, you broke several ribs along with receiving a huge gash in one of your arms.
You were extremely lonely. You were really hoping that Marco would come visit you soon… Glancing out the window, you frowned. You really missed your boyfriend.
Knock knock. You perked up, quickly turning your head to the door. “Come in.” A smile graced your face, Marco finally came? You’re smile faltered seeing Jean enter, you weren’t disappointed to see him, he just wasn’t Marco… It’s true you weren’t fond of the blonde at first but he was Marco’s best friend, so he couldn’t be that bad. Despite what you originally thought of him, he slowly grew on you.
“Hey.” Jean gave you a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
You sat up slowly. “I‘m alive. The doctors said I should be good as new in no time! I can come back in 2 weeks. ”
“Good.” Jean sat on the edge of your bed. “Name…,” sadness laced Jean’s voice.
Your heart clenched, eyes widening. “No..” You shook your head, You already knew what he was going to say. You could hear it in the tone of his voice, you read it in his eyes. You didn’t want to hear it. If he didn’t say it, it couldn’t be true. Right?
“I’m sorry.” He placed a hand on your lap.
“No!”
“Name…” Jean took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, holding it out to you. “Marco wrote this a few days ago… before our graduation.” Jean’s voice caught in his throat, “He asked me to give it to you should anything happen to him.”
Your hands shook as you slowly opened the letter.
Name,
I’m sorry. I broke my promise that we’d always be together… Please don’t hate me. Thankfully, you are still alive right now.
You choked back a sob.
Be strong, promise me you will never give up. I’m glad I met you. These past 3 years have been the best years of my life. I'm sad I won't get to see your smile again.
Tears now rolled down your cheeks. Be strong? How could you go on? The one person you truly loved was gone.
Make sure you and Jean look out for one another. You know he needs someone to keep him in line at times. He sometimes doesn’t know when to hold his tongue… I’m sure he’ll somehow get himself into a lot of trouble.
I love you.
Marco.
Your body shook uncontrollably. This wasn’t real, it had to be some horrible dream. You hugged the letter to your chest.
Jean awkwardly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He knew there was nothing he could say to comfort you at the moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, your sobbing ceased. Jean glanced down at your now sleeping form. He frowned, he knew you would take this hard but thankfully you wouldn’t have to see Marco’s remains like he had… Jean swallowed hard. He ran a hand down his face, that was a sight he wish he would soon forget.
Jean leaned forward, brushing hair out of your face. He promised Marco on the night of graduation that he would make sure nothing happened to you if something God forbid happened to him. He would make sure to keep that promise.
“Excuse me?”
Jean turned his head, “Yes?”
“I’m sorry Sir… but visiting hours are now over.”
Jean nodded. He took one last glance at you before leaving your hospital room, he’d stop by first thing in the morning before he reported for duty.
You were extremely lonely. You were really hoping that Marco would come visit you soon… Glancing out the window, you frowned. You really missed your boyfriend.
Knock knock. You perked up, quickly turning your head to the door. “Come in.” A smile graced your face, Marco finally came? You’re smile faltered seeing Jean enter, you weren’t disappointed to see him, he just wasn’t Marco… It’s true you weren’t fond of the blonde at first but he was Marco’s best friend, so he couldn’t be that bad. Despite what you originally thought of him, he slowly grew on you.
“Hey.” Jean gave you a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
You sat up slowly. “I‘m alive. The doctors said I should be good as new in no time! I can come back in 2 weeks. ”
“Good.” Jean sat on the edge of your bed. “Name…,” sadness laced Jean’s voice.
Your heart clenched, eyes widening. “No..” You shook your head, You already knew what he was going to say. You could hear it in the tone of his voice, you read it in his eyes. You didn’t want to hear it. If he didn’t say it, it couldn’t be true. Right?
“I’m sorry.” He placed a hand on your lap.
“No!”
“Name…” Jean took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, holding it out to you. “Marco wrote this a few days ago… before our graduation.” Jean’s voice caught in his throat, “He asked me to give it to you should anything happen to him.”
Your hands shook as you slowly opened the letter.
Name,
I’m sorry. I broke my promise that we’d always be together… Please don’t hate me. Thankfully, you are still alive right now.
You choked back a sob.
Be strong, promise me you will never give up. I’m glad I met you. These past 3 years have been the best years of my life. I'm sad I won't get to see your smile again.
Tears now rolled down your cheeks. Be strong? How could you go on? The one person you truly loved was gone.
Make sure you and Jean look out for one another. You know he needs someone to keep him in line at times. He sometimes doesn’t know when to hold his tongue… I’m sure he’ll somehow get himself into a lot of trouble.
I love you.
Marco.
Your body shook uncontrollably. This wasn’t real, it had to be some horrible dream. You hugged the letter to your chest.
Jean awkwardly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He knew there was nothing he could say to comfort you at the moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, your sobbing ceased. Jean glanced down at your now sleeping form. He frowned, he knew you would take this hard but thankfully you wouldn’t have to see Marco’s remains like he had… Jean swallowed hard. He ran a hand down his face, that was a sight he wish he would soon forget.
Jean leaned forward, brushing hair out of your face. He promised Marco on the night of graduation that he would make sure nothing happened to you if something God forbid happened to him. He would make sure to keep that promise.
“Excuse me?”
Jean turned his head, “Yes?”
“I’m sorry Sir… but visiting hours are now over.”
Jean nodded. He took one last glance at you before leaving your hospital room, he’d stop by first thing in the morning before he reported for duty.
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Ahhhh this was my favorite work of yours from Luna! Looking forward to more chapters.