Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


21. Ten



"So, you wanted to meet me here?" I say. The butterflies in my stomach have escalated, and I can hardly hear his answer over my own pounding heartbeat.

"Yeah," he replies softly. "Maria, I just...ah..." He shakes his head. "No mater what I say, I'm just going to sound cliche."

I frown softly, trying my hardest not to smile. "What do you want to tell me?" 

"I don't know..." He takes another step closer. "Will you- I mean- Maria, I really like- I really like you."

"I like you too." I say, my hopes deflating slightly. A friend. Just a-

He surprises me with a soft kiss. 

"Is this- are you alright with this?" 

"Yeah," I whisper breathlessly. "I just feel bad that you have to lean down so far to-"

He's on his knees this time when he kisses me again.

Later that night, I have a dream.

It's the exact same scene, but he doesn't have to lean over.

This time I'm standing, free from the wheelchair.

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