"Nicholas" I breathed lightly, nerves racking, shaking my body.
He smiled and replied, "What is it Jeff"
He always had the most gorgeous smile.
I felt my face turn red as I let the words slip out.
"I love you"
Nick's reaction, at first, was confused. That is until what I had said sunk in. He moved towards me and I felt my breath picking up pace. He placed a warm, gentle hand on my cheek and his lips clashed with mine. Not a moment later my father walked in.
"What the fuck is going on?" He shouted. I knew what he was feeling. His only son turning out to be gay. I was concerned when my father ran to the kitchen and when he returned I knew too well what he was going to do.
Father did always have mental issues, he got aggrivated all too quickly. And there he was, an anger-filled facial epression, his hand clutching a knife. I was almost certain he was going to kill me. He advanced, faster than I had ever seen him move, until he was infront of me, knife in the air.
There was a cool breeze as I realized I was knocked over, Nick in my place. A scream filled the silence and tears rolled down my cheeks. Nick fell with a fud, my father running out the door and to his car, driving off. Nick was on the floor, blood flowing from the wound between his neck and shoulder, knife still sticking out. He whimpered and sobbed before I fully processed what was going on.
"N-Nicky..." I choked out, holding that beautiful brunette close, "I-I'm so so sorry" I wispered, tears still falling.
"...J-Jeffie..." Nick coughed, blood splattered my face, "Jeffie it's cold" he said before I felt his tense body go limp.
Of course, that was at least 70 years ago. Today is the last day I am expected to live. I was diagnosed with a serious cancerous tumor last week, and the doctors didn't expect me to live this long. Right now, as I sit here at Nick's grave, I know for a fact I wont live long. Funny, since that day I never saw my father again. After the funeral, I vowed never to speak a word until my dying day. Now that day has come and I realise, I never loved another. I can feel my heart slowing and I know it wont be long. I sit my head against the headstone, a few of my old grey hairs slipping from my scalp.
Just before my heart stops, I mutter, "I'm coming Nicky"