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When will she realized that he's the one for her? Farkle Minkus and Riley Matthews have been friends for so long, but Farkle is secretly in love with Riley since the first grade. And Riley doesn't know that he's inlove with her. He feels like all...

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Not Awake

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by pattasya

by pattasya

Farkle

My chest felt tight at the thought of losing her. I wanted to die with her. I didn't want to lose her. But, no, I had to live because she was still alive. I had faith, and I held onto it. There was still time.

I went inside of her room, I spent four hours. Just sitting with her and thinking about our future, what it could've been and what it was, trying to picture how I was going to live as her disease progressed.

I looked down at Riley and touched her face. I wanted to cry. I wanted her to wake up so I could tell her how much I loved her. Even though I knew there was no way I would be able to adequately explain how much she meant to me.

I let out of sigh and caressed her face. She was so beautiful. Was I the only one who could see how truly special she was? I supposed it was because I was the only one who ever really took the time.

"Riley, please stay. I wanted you to live. I wanted to spend my life with you. I wanted to feel you against me." I held her soft hand, I fought back my tears and did my best to keep talking.

I wondered why every day I spent with her that only made me want her more. Even though she's not awake, it's fine. I only wanted to be with her. But what could I do? Even now, she still didn't know. She didn't know how I felt.

In the few months, I did whatever I had to do to help her. However, on the days we spent together inside the hospital, I tried to make her feel that she was still alive. But even though I wanted to stay for Riley. I have to come back home, because of school.

"Wait for me, okay? I'll come back again." I said, I had no more tears to cry.

I fly back to America this morning when I got home that day. I heard my mother exclaiming over something. I went inside and saw that she had roses in her arms as she excitedly exclaimed that the roses were miracles. Realizing that those roses had come from the boiled seeds Riley had given me those months ago, I was amused. The roses I didn't think would ever bloom had blossomed.