From Cyrus’s Perspective

When Emily tensed up by me so did I, I didn't even think my aunt would just walk in on our serious conversation but I was wrong. Luckily for me, my aunt hadn't even heard a thing I said. Emily seemed kind of sad when her mom pulled her aside to leave.

When I looked over at my Aunt Jess, it was clear she was more worried about Emily than me. Not that it mattered—I mean, I was the one lying in the hospital bed, but whatever. I watched as my aunt tugged at Emily's arm, again and again, trying to pull her away. Despite her efforts, Emily didn't budge. Her feet stayed firmly planted on the floor, like metal sticking to a hard magnet. Aunt Jess kept pulling, her expression growing more impatient, but Emily might as well have been a statue, she was unmoved and determined to stay by my side.

After a while, I forced myself to look away, not wanting to make things more uncomfortable. But even as I tried to block it out, I heard Emily's soft voice breaking through the tension. She told her mom, almost in a whisper, "I just want to stay here with him." Those words hit me harder than I expected. It was like something inside me shattered in the quietest way possible. I couldn't remember anyone ever saying they wanted to be around me—not like that, at least. Not even my own dad had said those words to me. It left me feeling a strange, unfamiliar ache, a kind of sadness I didn't know I was capable of until that moment.

 As I turned to my side, I noticed something by my bedside. I looked over and squinted to see it better—there was a box lying there. My eyes crinkled with confusion until Emily spoke up, her voice soft yet worried.

"Someone left you on the hospital steps with a note and a box... It wasn't wrapped, nor was the card, but the doctors wrapped it up, thinking it was a present for you."

A dark feeling settled in my stomach, too strong to ignore, telling me somehow that it wasn't just from anyone... It had to have been from him. My one and only, I thought, as I opened the card. The envelope was pink, with hearts dangling over the edges merrily—like something you'd only get from a romantic lover. My heartbeat quickened, faster and faster, until I could barely breathe. The outside of the card was sweet, at least to me. It made me smile softly, my dimples showing as I looked at the card. Not many people knew I had them, but right now I couldn't help but smile wider than I ever had before.

The note had a message that read. "Next time don't go prying into shit your not supposed to kid. This is my last fucking warning. Its getting annoying."

I looked at the note.. it made me feel upset. I thought it was gonna be cheesy, and if it was.. I would've liked it better that way. Now I'm just sitting here.. reading this stupid letter. And then.. it burst, my tears, my everything, I wish I didn't spill so easily because of him.