He was walking down that dreadful hallway that he walked down every day for three years. But that was four years ago. While he was walking down that hallway he tries to block all the thoughts of her. Her long blonde hair and her ocean blue eyes. The way she laughed at his stupid jokes. But if he told you he didn't love her he would be lying. He tried his hardest to block out those thoughts of her out if his mind. Its stupid that he doesn't even know if she lives in the same small town he had once lived in. for all he knew she could be living halfway across America or better yet halfway across the world by now. The only thing he did know was she wasn't living in the house right next door to their spot. Not their spot now. That little old tree house that had so many memories in it. Good and Bad. He couldn't even think of the bad things. All those bad things happened to her. Those tears he once wiped away can't be wiped away from him anymore. Since he's not there holding her in his arms.
He stopped at the end of that dreadful hallway. All he thought was he was doing this for her. His one true love.
She was doing what she was doing every day lying there in that bed helpless. Her only wish was to walk again. All she wanted besides that was to stand on the side of the stage cheering on her once best friend every night just watching him perform. But that was a stupid thought he wasn't with her wiping away her tears that came pouring out of her eyes every night for the past two years when he wasn't here with her. She remembers his amazing chocolate brown eyes and his jokes. How could she forget those jokes his jokes. The ones that made her laugh until she cried. While just thinking of him brought back memories of that old tree house. Where they laughed beside each other retelling funny stories of the good times. But sometimes those stories of the bad. Oh how she missed those days. Him and her two best friends.
While thinking of him there was a sudden but loud knock her door bringing her from the past to the present where we start her story.
He had made it from that dreadful hallway of the sick people of this dreadful place called a hospital. To his destination he went. The receptionist desk of the Children/Young Adult ward at the hospital. He had never known why teenagers would ever want to go to this dreadful place. That could have been the reason why barely any one was here. It was deserted. The receptionist that he knew her name was Linda form may years ago. She was always the chipper happy one of the crowd. But by the expression on her face looked like she wasn't that same lady he had once known. He had then went up to Linda. He was going to speak but she already knew why he was here because he was doing this for her. Linda knew he wanted some one just like him to visit every day. She had the perfect person. But Linda was still debating whether or not to let this once young boy that she knew to visit this person that she loves so much they were like the child she never had. But this perfect person went through so much it was like she never had good luck at all. Every year or every week or day this person would end up here either from their cancer or from their clumsiness. But two years ago Linda knew this would be the last time she would see this person leave this hospital for a very long time.
She knew she would see this person every day lying there wishing her Only Wish.