Not even having the strength to speak, you just lay there looking everywhere but the blue eyes that were taking you in with a sad look that you could not endure. His face spoke of the utter pain he was in seeing you like this. He held your face with tears clouding his dark blues eyes. "Mon amour…please, speak to me. Why have you done this to yourself?"
I wanted to tell him, but how could I? I had lost my voice. I touched my throat and he gave me some water. But though I drank it I shook my head, it wouldn't help, I was just too weak. I began crying too because his confusion pained me. Then I blacked out. I woke up, and the first thing I saw was Francis. He was smiling with a hospital room background behind his head.
"How long have I been out?" I asked surprised that I had my voice back. "You've been asleep for a week. I'm so glad you're okay." Francis said, "But what happened?"
"Ever since I saw you last…I was trying to avoid you…I was trying to kill myself."
"Well that much is obvious mon ami, but why? We've been best friends since we were young!"
"I really don't want to talk about it." You said grimly.
"_." He said sternly.
You sighed and nodded, "You asked me before why I had never said 'I love you' back. It's because I am in love with you, but I only let you have my body, because I wanted your attention. I wanted you to myself. But I knew you would just go off with other girls and I was right."
"What are you talking about _? After I slept with you for the first time I never had sex with anyone else."
His tone was so genuine, his eyes did not reflect a hint of a lie, what he said was true!
"I love you, _. Why else would I care so much?"
You started bawling and then said, "I just wanted you. that's all I've ever wanted was you!"
"_, if that's what you wanted you should've just said that you loved me too. I've always loved you. I was scared you would never see me like that, and when you asked me to make love to you, my heart filled with joy. I always wanted to protect you, I still do, and I still want too."
"Francis, I do love you."
He smiled, "I love you too, now would you please let me take care of you from here on out?"
You smiled, "Yes…are you serious that you love me? You're not pulling my tail or anything, are you?"
Francis chuckled, "Yes, among all the real roses, lies one fake, and I will love you until the last one dies. And you may not be a fake love, but my love for you will never die, for you, are my eternal rose." He said and kissed you.