The setting is dark with dimly lit corridors and flickering light bulbs being the only source of light at this ungodly hour of the day, night to be exact. Judging by the odour, one could tell that it is a hospital. Its not particularly busy nor is it empty. With doctors and nurses bustling around the place it seems like a general hospital treating patients with minor illnesses. That's probably when you realise that a story this smooth is not possible. A hospital setting without sadness, oh who am I kidding? If you visit the only room with the lights out, you'll see a young man lying still in a room. He has young and handsome features and a small smile is seen on his well defined face. With blonde hair covering most of his eyes, we cannot make out what he's thinking. But let me tell you this, he's sleeping for the last time in this room. If you look closely, the man is not happy, by the looks of it. Suddenly, he starts to jerk up and down making the heart monitor near him go crazy. There aren't any doctors around and to tend to him and his hands become all sweaty. All of a sudden there is dead silence as if the night wasn't cruel enough. The corner of his mouth twitched as if to curl into a sad smile and then, then did he fall into deep, never ending slumber.
.Outside is another young man-olive tan, jet black hair and a pair of lifeless eyes staring at something in his hands. He was completely unnoticed in the dark, wearing his black bomber jacket, sitting in the darkest corner of the hospital. He had a small locket in his hand and in it was a beautiful photo of two young men in a beach, one with a sly, teasing smile while the other was glaring at the guy in a playful way. I wasn't something extraordinary but it meant a great deal to . It was him and Will. His Will. Tears started tumbling down his cheeks and falling down on the photograph, drop by drop. He finally gave in and sobbed. He sobbed till his face hurt. He let it all out until he couldn't take the pain anymore. Controlling his emotions he tried to recollect the happy memory of the photo. It was when he had been the happiest in his whole. Not wanting to damage the last few pieces of his diminishing happiness, he pulls the end of his t-shirt, wiping his salted sadness off the photo. Drowning in his sadness, he looks down at the picture stroking Will's beautiful face. "Why couldn't he have told me this earlier? " his brain screamed at him.
Author's Note:
Hey guys!. This is my first piece of work EVER so please bear with me. I hope you all enjoy it and come back for more. I'll try to update frequently but school just drives me crazy :(. Open to all criticism and comments.
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P.S: I'm really bad at author notes