notes (COMPLETED)

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"What are you doing here?" I asked the boy in front of me. He has a black eye and a split lip and looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"I had to know you weren't dead. I know what I said back at school. I um, I still mean it. But it doesn't mean I don't care if you die." Peter said.

"So you care that I'm alive but you don't care about me?"

"It's complicated. I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead, okay? I'm gonna go. Good luck."

"No, wait, what happened to you? Who beat you up?" 

"Nobody. I've gotta go Mia, I just came to say goodbye and I'm sorry, I guess. I didn't mean to make you do this to yourself,"

"What did you expect me to do? Sing a happy song?"

"I don't know, okay, listen, I'm sorry for hurting you. Goodbye Mia, I um, I'll miss you."

I watched as Peter walked out of my hospital room in complete shock.

I'll miss you? What was that supposed to mean? He was never going to see me again?

Never in one million years did I think I would see him visiting me in the hospital. My heart began to flutter but I quickly put my happiness to rest.

Peter was of the past.

And right now, I had to focus on the future.