Here's the thing about being dead. It sucks. I've been sitting here watching Jordan sleep for hours now. All I want to do is hold him. Kiss him. Tell him how much I love him, & how much I appreciate everything he did for me. All I can do is lie here and watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps.
This doesn't make any sense. If I'm dead, truly 100% dead, why am I still here? Why can't he see me? Why can't he feel me?
I knew there was something not quite right about the situation, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
I carefully laid down next to Jordan, my fingers finding their way into his hair. It was something I always did when he was sick or tired, and it would usually lull him right to sleep.
How was I going to leave him? I knew he had the others and I knew they would take care of him, but I wanted to be the one who took care of him. I needed to be. After all, he'd taken such good care of me while I was sick.
Jordan sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer to me. It was almost as if his subconscious knew I was there. And in that moment, I think he needed to be near me as much as I needed to be near him.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, letting my own lips linger there for a moment before I slowly pulled away. This was hard. I wanted him to wake up, wrap his arms around me and everything be the way it was that morning.
I wiped away a few tears that slid down my cheeks and snuggled closer to him. I was content lying there next to him as long as I could.
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फैनफिक्शनOliver Sykes is the frontman of the band Bring Me The Horizon. BMTH are onstage one night and a fan throws something onstage. It hits Oli in the head and he's knocked out. what happens when Oli's doctor finds out he has a deadly disease?
