Eleven

sixty seven.

today was a new day, january 2.

a new year.

a new day.

dr.collins told me that the surgery was a success and that he would be waking up soon.

i wanted to be the first person he saw, so i made my way to his room.

still in pain from the accident, but i was lucky to not leave with any broken bones.

i got to his room, sitting down on the chair next to his bed.

it's amazing to think how far i've come.

all i wanted to do was make my life more exciting, to be someone, someone memorable, to maybe impact someone's life along the way and have so good old fun.

i didn't mean to meet dallas, on a rooftop and get locked out.

although, i was thankful for that day.
because that day changed my life forever.

"am i dead?" a voice croaked out.

dallas slowly opened his eyes, as i hurried to his side and gave him a big hug.

"okay, now i know i'm not dead because this hurts."

"sorry." i smiled innocently.

he examined my appearance and gave me a warm smile.

"you look better then the last time i saw you."

"dallas, forget about me. how are you doing?"

"you look pretty."

he dodged the question and i blushed.

"blue, your blushing."

"dallas!"

he laughed, holding on to his chest.

"what?"

"dallas, are you okay?"

"seeing that my life expectancy is longer then i originally expected. yes, i'm okay."

"good."

"blue, you weren't worried about me, were you?"

"of course i was."

he smiled and i smiled.

he took my hand in his and looked me in the eyes. honey to chestnut.

"indigo stevens, will you go on a date with me?"

i thought for a moment already knowing the answer.

"dallas bloom i accept your invitation."