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Fatal Secret-One Shot

I was 15. 15 years old. 15 years of life, came and went, 15 average years. And then he came along. One of the most extrordinary boys in the world. I had gotten into a car accident with my parents that week, and was in the hospital with a few broken ribs and a fractured collar bone. At the bed next to me, a young girl by the name of Jade was being tested for an array of diseases. Her family came in, and her brother introduced himself quickly. Julian Deguzman was my light at the end of the tunnel. We were young, so love wasn't something that we picked up on quickly. It wasn't until about 4 months later that I realized I was in love with him...at around the same time his sister was scheduled for heavy duty chemotherapy. Julian would come to my house, and just cry. Cry about the fact that his sister was slowly dying. I didn't have the heart to tell him about my own issues. I realized, while Julian cried into my shoulder, that what I felt for him wasn't friendship...it was much more. A year later, and Jade was becoming worse. Julian spent more time at the hospital than my house. More than school. And then it happened. Jade was gone. Julian had relied on me to go to her funeral, to be there for him. But I wasn't there. My mother had told me he was angry, and had come to the house to insult my entire being. But had immediately become frantic when he found out where I was. I was in the hospital again...getting radiation. I never COULD tell him about my fatal secret. I didn't think he'd be able to take it. I was right of course, he had come to my room every single day, and sat there. He sat there with tears pooling in his eyes, and would just speak about all of the memories we had together. "Mikayla, do you remember when we climbed Ms. Ratton's fence to get to the tree limb? And we didn't know there was a loose part at the top? We spent 7 weeks in wrist casts because of that." He acted as though I had alzheimers, reminding me...but all I ever needed was to hear his voice. I'm gone now. I left that room, I left that life...and I still regret never telling Julian the love I had felt. But I did leave him a note, in hopes that he would remember me, always. My dearest Julian, I'm gone, and I don't want you to feel sad...I don't feel the pain anymore, and I can play with Jade every day now. I want you to keep a smile on your face, and when you get up here, to greet me with just that. There IS one thing I need to tell you though...I've never been one to believe in love at first sight, but with you, I realized it was true. Remember me and the love I felt. Love, Mick. Around 60 long years of waiting later, my Julian joined me again, greeted me with a smile, and pulled me in for a kiss I had never expected. One filled with passion, love, and need. "I love you too."

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