Until The Day I Die, a faculty fanfic

Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you.

As the years go by, I race the clock with you.

But if you died right now, you know that I'd die too.

"Until The Day I Die."

I couldn't breathe. I was having another one of my panic attacks. Though, after four years, I should've been used to them because I was getting them on a daily basis. But this wasn't because the football players were ramming my groin into the flag pole in front of the school, and it wasn't because some punk decided it'd be cool to give the class nerd a bloody nose in front of everyone.

It was because he was leaving.

I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to. My mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that he was going to be gone in a couple of days, and we'd probably never see each other again. Couldn't and wouldn't.

I didn't cry in front of him. No, that would have been elementary of me. Instead, I looked into his eyes- the eyes that I had fallen in love with- and I didn't look away from them.

He asked, "Casey, Casey, are you alright?"

I didn't respond, and I wasn't alright. The love of my life was telling me he was leaving in a couple of days, and I was supposed to be alright?

I don't know why I pulled my arm back and opened my fist, or why it didn't hurt when my palm collided with his cheek. All I know is that I ran. I ran to where I used to run- the boy's bathroom on the first floor- and I hid in the stall.

The graffiti on the stall walls began to become one as the tears invaded my eyes. For the first time in my life, I was feeling a sense of loss... something I never wanted to feel again.

I heard the door to the bathroom open and close. "Casey?"

It was Zeke. I knew he'd know where I was, and I knew that he'd come for me.

I didn't reply.

I watched his feet as he walked over to the stall and opened the door. He looked at me- and at first, I thought he was mad- but then, he took me by the hand, and pulled me out of the stall.

"Zeke... no...," was all I could muster.

"Casey." He put his index finger to my lips and looked into my eyes. This was a side of Zeke I had never seen- even in the past seven months of our relationship.

He was so emotional, so caring. Instead of the bad-boy-bad-habits front, he was the boy I loved. Plain and simple.

He moved his finger to my forehead and moved a stray piece of hair back into its place. Then, softly, he made a line down my cheek. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes briefly.

When I opened them, he was looking at me, smiling. I pressed my lips into his and felt his tongue pry my lips open gently. We kissed passionately for what seemed like months, and then I pulled away.

"Zeke, please," I said, tears streaming again, "don't go. Stay with me."

He rested his forehead against mine and said, "Until the day I die."