Chapter 8- Cry

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Me and Leon had been back together for a week. Everything was going great!

I finished putting my make-up on and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Then I went upstairs and picked up a picture of Leon and I and looked at it.

There was a knock at the door and Angie answered it. I knew it was Leon, but Angie always answered the door. I was getting my bag when Angie shouted up to me.

"VIOLETTA, IT'S FOR YOU!"

I ran down the stairs.

"Hello my lo.... Who are you?" I asked looking at the man standing at the door.

"I'm from the hospital."

"Okay."

"Your, boyfriend I believe he is."

"Leon?"

"Yes."

"What happened?" I was getting scared now.

"Well, there is no easy way to say, that he crashed his motorbike."

I felt the tears coming to my eyes.

"And he is in the hospital."

This can't be happening. I ran out of the door.

"I can give you a lift if you want!"

But I was already halfway down the road.

I ran through the entrance to the hospital and up to the counter.

"Leon......Vargas?" I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Room 459, do you want a drink or anything?"

"No." I said as I ran towards the lift. I just needed to see Leon.

I found his room and was about to go in when a doctor stopped me.

"You can't go in there."

"But he's my boyfriend!"

"You still can't go in."

"But-"

"Wait over here and we will tell you when you can go in."

"Please, I'll be five minutes."

"Just sit down."

I walked over to the chairs and sat down. I looked at the picture of me and Leon I still had in my hand. I just wanted to see him. I just wanted to hear his voice. But most of all, I wanted him to hold me, and say that everything would be alright. I put my head in my hands and began to cry and cry and cry.

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