Chapter 6 - Goodbye

                                    

                                          
8 months.
                          
There I sat alone in the hospital room. Jack was laying still, as usual. I was making a visit. But I wasn't just stopping to say hi like normal. Actually, I was there to say goodbye.
                          
Once I left, Jack would be taken off life support and he would die. Everybody else had already come to visit. I was the last person to say farewell. As soon as I walked in the room, I burst into tears. I knew in about half an hour, I wouldn't have him anymore. The next day, that bed would be empty. Jack wouldn't be in it anymore. Instead of making trips to the hospital, I'd be making trips to a cemetary.
                          
A nurse entered the room.
                          
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. In all honesty, I wasn't. I knew I'd never find somebody else like him. But everybody else had convinced me that it was 'for the best'. I had let the fans know on twitter that he was going to be taken off life support. As you can guess, everybody was distraught. But at least they didn't know him personally. I'd known him for years. And now letting him go was going to be the hardest challenge I've ever had to face.
                          
"Yes." I replied. She seemed to notice the shakiness in my voice, but didn't make a comment on it. 
                          
"Just take your time. There's no rush." I smiled and thanked her before she left the room. It was just me and Jack. His hand was in mine and I had a tight grip. He was cold, almost like ice. I looked at his face, admiring every single feature. His nose, the shape of his face, his cute lips. I wished I could see those blue eyes for one last time.
                          
"This is going to be the last time I see you. I never thought this would be it. It's almost hard to believe that this is your time. You had so much potential...there was so much you wanted to do and achieve, but now you can't do those things. You're never going to be able to do those things. All because of some bastard drunk driver speeding down the fucking road. 
                          
I don't want to say goodbye. It's going to be so hard trying to leave this room because I know that once I do leave, they're going to cut you off. I'm feeling so tempted to tell them I've changed my mind and to keep you on life support. But everybody would be mad at me and they would probably go up the hospital and tell the staff to take you off anyway. And besides, this is cruel. It really is. To keep you fighting for a life that is probably going to be restricted.
                          
I'm sorry you never got the happy ending that you wanted. I know you wanted to be with me, to maybe spend the rest of your life with me. I wanted that too. And now I can't fucking get it. I'm such a wreck.
                          
I guess you'll never be able to read that letter I left you a couple of months back. The letter was just a reminder of how much I love you. You mean the world to me and I really don't want to have to let you go, but I know I have to, wether I like it or not. You've always been my best friend, somebody to go to when I'm feeling down, somebody I can rely on, my favourite person, you've always been the one for me. I love you so much." 
                          
I let a few tears roll down my cheeks as I gripped onto Jack's hand tighter.
                          
"And don't you worry baby...you don't know it yet. But I'll see you again in a few years time." I pressed my lips against his hand, tasting the salty, bitter tears I had been crying since I set foot in that hospital room.
                          
"And if you do come back as a spirit...if I'm about to do something stupid, can you do something to stop me?" I chuckled, even though I felt no joy whatsoever. I knew I had to go then. If I stayed any longer, I'd either never leave or tell the nurses not to let him die. I couldn't afford to do either.
                          
Slowly I stood up, wanting to sit right back down and stay with him. I let go of his pale, cold hand and watched it fall to his side. This is the last time I'm ever going to be able to do this.
                          
"I love you so much. Goodbye." I leaned down for the last and final time to kiss him. Just like I thought, I wasn't kissed back. I didn't want to move. I let my lips linger on his for a little longer. I cherished it as much as I could, because I knew I would never be able to do that again.
                          
I lifted my head up and pulled away slightly, getting a close look at his face. His eyes were still shut. A tear of mine landed on his face. I slowly began to stand up properly, before feeling a pair of thin, shaky arms wrap around me and pulled me straight back down. My lips met Jacks. And this time, he kissed back.
                          
"Don't say goodbye. I'm not going anywhere."