My beloved John

"Bwahahaha!" I laughed until my stomach hurt. This guy in front of me is such a fool.

"You did that?" I asked.

"Yes! I wouldn't even believe myself trust me." He was telling me about when a guy early this morning vomited on his pants and he said the most ridiculous thing ever.

"You said that he smelled like beef steak instead of asking if he was alright?" I was in disbelief.

"I know right!?" He said as he fed me the peaches in his hands. His laugh was what relaxes me the most. The birds seemed to accompany his voice as the cold breeze fly past his hair. I took a deep breath.

"Are you alright? are the peaches not to your liking?" He asked.

"No, I'm just enjoying our time." I smiled. as I look out the garden.

"You look as beautiful as ever." He said. He was intently looking at me and I met his gaze. His blue eyes seemingly deeper than any ocean, he has cheeks higher than anyone I've seen, and his lips had the same color as the first time I have met him. I suddenly felt a sting in my chest and I began to breathe heavily.

"A-Addy? Are you- help! Someone!" I heard him shout as I slowly lose consciousness. I was wheeled back to the car as I slowly lose consciousness.

*Chirp*

I heard the stridulating sound of the crickets as I began to regain my consciousness and the first thing that I saw was John. His face was reflecting the moonlight passing through the window. His long lashes being prominent and his hair slightly amiss. It's as if he was loved by nature, everything just loved this guy and I still do wonder why he chose me, out of so many women. I lifted my hand, though took a lot of strength, I was able to touch his face. I reminisce about our moments, Our date in Paris, horse-riding, and the final visit to our garden. I wish for everything to never end, but that was not possible, I wish for this moment to stay, but that was not possible, I wish that I can love him longer, but that was not possible. I wish that I could live longer, but I'll be leaving soon.

He became the light in my darkest days, the hand that supported me when no one did, and the hope of everything being fine. I stayed positive and I still am, but I couldn't stop these negative thoughts running through my head. The thought of not seeing you again. He slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at me and said with his angelic voice, "Hey". I couldn't reply immediately, I tried to smile but it turned into a sad one.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. He sat from his lying position and looked at me.

"I couldn't promise you forever." I continued.

"I don't need you to promise me forever." He said as he put both his palms on my face.

"I just need you to promise me now." He continued as I held his hand which was caressing me.

"I know that there's an uncertain future, but I need you to keep fighting with me now." He looked desperate as if grasping something that he cannot.

"John." I began. "Promise me this one thing." I looked him in the eye and smiled

"You need to love again." This made him drop his hand hug me. He started to cry and sob.

"I cannot love anyone as I did with you." He mumbled.

"I cannot give my heart to anyone but you."

"I cannot live thinking, that there won't be a *you*." This made the tears built up in my eyes to flow.

"But you have to." I touched the back of his head which was resting in my shoulder. I suddenly began to remember our first encounter...

I was walking down the aisle of history books and was returning the books that were returned. I suddenly saw someone sitting at a table nearby. It was a guy indulge in piles of books.

'There was still someone late this night?' I thought to myself. No one really stays in the library until 11 o'clock like him. He was an everyday visitor which came in at 5 and leaves at 10, it looks like he stayed. I came near him thinking of waking him up, we were to close soon, I wouldn't want him to be left locked up in here.

"Excu-" I stopped when I saw that he fell asleep. Looking closely, he was actually a fine young man. He had a high set of cheekbones, thick hair, and full lips. He slowly lifted his eyelids and met my gaze. He had blue eyes, so deep that I thought I was looking at the ocean.

"You have such beautiful eyes." I didn't even notice that I had voiced my thoughts freely until he sat from his position.

"Oh! I'm very sorry sir, don't mind what I just said." I coughed and continued. "We were closing you see, and I thought of waking you up." His eyes went full and he looked at his watch.

"I'm very sorry! I-I fell asleep miss." He then panicked when he saw the number of books he was reading.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll return it," I said as I tried to take the books from his grasp but he didn't give it.

"It was my fault for sleeping, I might as well help you." He smiled apologetically and since I don't want to argue anymore I agreed. That's when an amazing friendship developed into something even better. He told me a lot of stuff from his hometown called Paris. He seems to know a lot about things I haven't even heard of.

"Don't leave me." I was pulled back from my thoughts when he hugged me even tighter.

"John...look at me." I grasped his face as he stared at me.

"If you think you can't love anymore, think of me, think of our moments and remember that I will always be here." I pointed at his chest.

"I love you and I always will." I kissed him the forehead and he grabbed my cheeks to kiss me in the lips. Having no energy to argue anymore, I let him lay beside me.

Looks like it's over, you knew I couldn't stay

She's comin' home today

We had a good thing, I'll miss your sweet love

Why must you look at me that way?

It's over

Sad eyes, turn the other way

I don't want to see you cry

Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day

When we would have to say "goodbye"

Try to remember the magic that we shared

In time your broken heart will mend

I never used you, you knew I really cared

I hate to see it have to end

But it's over

I slowly closed my eyes as I hear John cry. His hold on me got tighter as my eyes shut from exhaustion. "Adeline, don't leave me yet...I haven't loved you enough." Were the last things that I heard as I give out my last breathe. My life flashed through my eyes, and the only thing that made it bright was him. Who would have thought that the guy sleeping at the library would be the highlight of my life? My beloved John

"I love you."

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