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I've had enough. What's it with them trying to control my life? They have no right to write my story when theirs isn't complete.

How could he?!

He had no right over me, yet he stole my right- that? I didn't have a say in.

What's the point of living when you don't even have the will? Why do we exist, for pain or love?  Why are our families called loved ones when all they do is to remind you of your loss? My family brings me more pain and suffering than cancer.

If they're more lethal than cancer, aren't they supposed to be in confinement or perhaps- taken away to a far, far away island at the outskirt of the universe.

At this point, I realise- I have nothing to lose, no family, friends and oh!

Chase

In our lifetime, we get just one chance to an angel. I know the thing between me and Chase is more than infatuation, maybe- just maybe, I might possibly be in love with him.

He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve me. I'm too damaged for him, I'm literally a broken canvas in an art gallery, put out for exhibition for the world to see its cracks and pieces.

"Hey there stranger," Chase says, making his way towards my bed.

"Hey," I reply, grinning at his handsome face. Just what I need- the calm before the storm.

"How does it feel to not be a patient anymore? My body seems to really like it." I joke.

"Oh my dear, what to tell you?" He says in a very poor British accent.

"You're insane!" I cry out.

"On a serious note, it's bliss but if you're with me, that'd make it pure bliss," He laughs out, taking a pause. "When your mom owns an hospital, you get to pay regular visits, normally I hated it. Not anymore."

"Why the change of mind?" I stare at him suspiciously.

"You. You are."

We really bonded in these past months.

"Cliché uh," I raise a brow.

"Real cliché. How're you holding up by the way? Are you okay?" He asks, his brows morphs into a frown.

"Well, I'm alive. Chase, I'll be fine, you don't need to worry." I say, literally lying through my teeth.

'I'll be fine' I wish.

"So what do you wanna do today? Wanna take a stroll?"

"Yeah, that- I can do," I smile. Lately, I've been smiling a lot.

We walk the halls in the hospital, greeting everyone who comes our way. It's safe to say I've made a couple of friends in this place.

And by friends, I mean- the nurse that used to take my temperature when I was admitted previously, Mr Othello- the gardener- ear catching name, I know, the Secretary lady at the reception or is it receptionist? Anyway, they've been a good company since I got here days ago.

Mr Othello calls me Charli, he says I remind him of his late wife.

Secretary lady and Miss Gracie, the nurse calls me Char, just like Chase.

Chase and I stop by a dispenser, I sit on one of the lobby chairs, it's hard to stay rested nowadays, the emotional tornado is taking a toll on me.

Chase hands me a cup of water, he slumps down next to me.

I don't know why I'm suddenly nervous to start a conversation with him, he sees my fidgeting hands and grabs them in his. He rubs my hands slightly, emitting warmth and something more.

"So, are you ready to tell me why you are here, again?"

"Nothing serious, just headaches." I lie.

"Will you really be fine?" He whispers in a sombre voice.

Nobody has an answer to that. It's kind of like a rhetorical question.

"Mm," I nod my head. I can never remove Jake's imprints on my body, will I ever be fine? He stares at me, searching for answers in my dead eyes.

"I'm sure you'll be, you'll leave these white walls tomorrow." He deadpans.

I sigh in agreement.

"What's my favourite flower?"

"Daisy. Why?"

"Nothing."

"As long as I'm with you, no harm will come your way." He promises.

"I love you." He spurts out.

"Can I kiss you?" I say, right after him.

"What?" We both yell.

I can't believe I asked that. I can't believe he said that.

He looks taken back, boring holes into my forehead and then he smiles, "I'm game for it, if that's what you truly want and just so you know, I do mean it," He says in reference to his previous sentence.

Now I'm the one that looks dumbfounded.

I nod my head, I can't trust myself with words at the moment.

He leans in, grabbing my waist softly, he places his tender lips on mine. Things soon spiral out of control, at this point- both of us are fighting for dominance, I eventually give in- he smirks against my lips.

"I wasn't mistaken, this is pure bliss." He says, after we both come up for air.

He has no idea about what I have in store.

I pull him in for a hug- one last time, before the big day. I excuse myself, running back to my room.