This is the prologue to On the Edge, hope you enjoy :)
I hated the smell of hospitals, or any doctors' practices. I hated being in hospitals, I hated having to sit by another person as I watched them slowly slip away, maybe not physically or spiritually, or however you want to think about it.
As I sat and watched her still body, I tried to convince myself that she was going to be okay, but it was like telling myself that Dad would be home for Christmas or the tooth fairy was real. And it hurt to know that I was the reason I was trying to lie to myself.
When the door opened and a guy a few years older than me wearing an oversized Bullet for my Valentine shirt and a pair of faded jeans and sneaker walked in, I locked eyes with him, and suddenly fresh tears were welling in my eyes.
How could he make me feel so guilty and sad by just looking into his deep blue eyes? Nobody has ever had that power over me before.
He walked closer and brushed her gold hair out of her face, his fingers tracing her scars gently, as if they were a beautiful piece of art, but even the way he caressed her cheek made me feel guilty, because this guy clearly was in love with her and I nearly took her away from him, accidentally or not, the truth is still the truth and it hurts either way.
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