Merome one-shot

Today was the day. I never wanted this day to ever come, but it did. I greeted the receptionist at the desk, and she waved at me, a sad smile on her face.

I walked to his room. I knew the route by heart now. I've been here everyday for a month now. But, today would be my last day visiting.

I reached the room and knocked on the door, as I always did. No response, as usual, so I walked in. He was there, like he was everyday. The same old wires attached to his skin. The same old mask on his face. The same old machines beeping and buzzing.

"Good morning," I said. No reply. "Today's the day I've been regretting for a while."

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you. I don't really want to say 'I wish it were me' because I don't want to put you through any pain. I mean, I hope you can feel anything." I leaned over to him and brushed the small bit of hair out of his face. He looked so peaceful, worry-free.

"Remember when we first met? Back in school. We never really talked back then, until we met up again at the Hunger Games. That game was amazing. We swept the compition away, until it was just the two of us. Then, we fought. And you won, of course." I paused to smile. I know if he could, he would, too.

" After that, we became friends and than closer. And I asked you out..." My voice drifted off, remembering the amazing memories we had.

Then I remember the last Hunger Games we played together.

"Ready, Biggums?" He asked, wielding his diamond sword.

"Of course," I replied, holding Betty tightly. He let out a scream and charged toward me. I dodged it swifty and turned around, swinging was a cry of pain.

"Please, Jerome! Oh god! It hurts!"

"I'm not falling for it this time, Mitch!"I swung the diamond axe again, hitting him. He was on the ground, holding the spots where he was bleeding. Blood was apart of the new server, so I just expected him to be tricking me. He's done it before. He's pretended like he was hurt than killed me. I wasn't believing him. That was until he was begging for me to stop, tears in his eyes. I started panicking. Than, he slipped into unconsciousness, and he never woke up.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." I whispered.

There was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked in.

"Good morning, Jerome." He greeted. We've seen each other enough to greet each other informally

He walked over to him, checking him over. He turned to me with a sigh.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"Yeah, me too."

"I suppose we should get over this."

The doctor stood behind me. I slowly leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. I was hoping it'd be like in the movies and he's spring to life. But, that didn't happen. I nodded toward the doctor. He pulled the plug out of the wall and the machine 'bleeped' off. The heart monitor slowed down and eventually flat lined. I couldn't keep back tears as the doctor pulled the sheet over him.

"Sleep well..."

Not every story has a happy ending.