Please note;

This story is written in 3 different POV's. Annabel's (bold) Chris's (regular) and Naomi's (also bold- you'll find out why later) Thanks guys. Happy reading xo

This would have to be one of the best summer vacations I've had in a while. Okay. Honestly, it wasn't. Life sucked cheese-balls right now, but being with Annabel was the only thing I'd wanted to do. Her parents were out of town for a business trip. Sophie was at her friend's house for a few days and Josh was "touring." It was actually just going to all these different places around the states with the band, staying wherever the van took them and asking for jigs along the way. I guess you can kind of call that touring. That left Annabel the house to herself and given the circumstances we were allowed the house to ourselves.

I walked in on her, but she hadn't even noticed I was standing at the doorway. She looked so tiny compared to the huge piano that she was seated behind. I remember her telling me once how her great grandmother left it in her will for her. It was ancient and so beautiful. It looked like it could break at any second but was so intact and strong. That piano was made for her. Annabel's long golden hair was being blown back by the open window in front of her. The sunset highlighted the natural browns in it. It smelt so sweet. I wondered silently how much longer I'd have to enjoy these little things. I fought back the tears that were burning my eyes and resisted the urge to run over and hold her, never to let her go. I wanted to know what she was thinking.

As if Annabel knew what I was thinking she started to play the chords that I knew so well. It wasn't just any song. It was her song. When she got sick I hadn't realized how perfect this song was. I dedicated it to her without knowing I had. Whenever I listened to it, I instantly thought of images of her smiling and holding me. I had heard a playfully singing a few times along to the radio in her car and heard her scream her lungs out on Singstar, but I had never heard her sing with such meaning. Is this the moment where I look you in the eye? Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry. I sung along in my head.

Suddenly all those tears that I had being trying to fight back streamed over my cheeks. I kept quiet still though. This was a moment that I didn't want to interrupt. I needed to hear it, she needed to sing it. I know he's living in hell every single day and so I ask, oh God is there some way for me to take this place? I don't know what made me more upset. That she was singing this and in her voice you could tell she was singing it about me. That she knew it was killing me on the inside more then she could ever know. Or that right now she is so vulnerable. She had kept all of her feelings bottled up and this is how she feels.

And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won't go away today. My silent sobs began to turn into louder, uncontrollable cries. I wasn't going to ruin this moment so I walked out into her backyard, sat on her swing and cried. I felt like the biggest sook but I couldn't help myself. I was losing the love of my life. The girl that I wanted to be with forever. And there was nothing I could do to fix it; there was nothing anyone could do to fix it. How unfair was that? Freaking hell, she's 16.

I stopped playing the piano. I needed that. I really did.

Walking outside, I saw Chris outside on the veranda swing. His face was blotchy and I could see the pink slowly fading from around his eyes. I made my way over to him. When he looked up, I saw that twinkle in his eyes that I hadn't seen in so long.

"Hi" I whispered smiling at him.

He moved over slightly and I sat next to him. We sat silent for a moment and I looked into his eyes. If it wasn't obvious that he was crying before it certainly was now. If there was one thing I knew about Chris it was that his eyes changed colours with his emotions. Right now they were a light blue, either he had just finished crying or he had a sudden urge for slushies...

I kept looking into his eyes, searching for something – anything. There was a twinkle and that was something but otherwise his eyes were so lifeless since I told him about me being sick.

Two butterflies danced over our heads and I began to wonder if they ever cared about any of this. Did they ever have troubles like humans do?

"I take it you heard?" I knew he did. I could feel a presence behind me the entire time while I was in that room. It wasn't a ghost or anything. It was just Chris. He had that effect around me. He had a presence that I could feel a mile away. He had a pull about him that I could feel even further away. I wanted to be in his arms every chance I got, being sick just made it so much more necessary.

He nodded and entwined his hand with mine. I felt that same electricity I felt every time we touched but this time it was stronger. It felt so strong that I was scared. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put all this on your shoulders. It isn't your burden to carry. Baby, believe me, I'm so sorry and when I'm gone I want you to live like this never happened."

He smirked and kissed me again but I could see right through him, he was hurting. "You're mine indefinitely. I'm never going to forget you."

I pulled myself closer to him and closed my eyes. That moment couldn't have been more perfect. The pain near my heart started to grow stronger though and I tighten my grip of Chris.

The next thing I remember was gasping for air. Chris was on his mobile panicking and the neighbours were surrounding me. Everything slowly faded; I felt a familiar hand hold mine and sirens started echoing in what seemed like the distance. I didn't realize they were only around the corner. Everything seemed so far away. Well, everything except Chris.