in
his arms
Chapter 57
I drew another heart on the margin of the paper.
It was riddled with them now; I drew to keep myself occupied.
“How much is left on that bucket list, anyways?”
Anthony asked me.
I swallowed hard. “Two bullets.”
“What are they?”
“Numbers three and twenty-five,” I answered, hoping
he wouldn’t push any further.
But he did anyways. “What are they,
Kail?”
“Number three’s ‘Discover the thing that makes
me happiest.’”
He grinned, closing his eyes gently. “And number
twenty-five?”
I kept my eyes on the paper. “It doesn’t
matter.”
He rolled his head to look at me, his brow furrowed. “Why
won’t you tell me?”
“Because it doesn’t matter,” I repeated.
He exhaled shortly. “I’m your husband, Kail.
Aren’t we supposed to trust each other?”
“Aren’t we supposed to have an idea of
privacy?” After a moment, he grinned widely and I heard him
laughing to himself. “What?”
“Kaitlyn, neither of us know what privacy is. Remember how
be both broke into each other’s hospital rooms when we were
clearly unwanted?”
I did remember that. I remembered first starting chemo and
wanting nothing other than solitude but instead finding a boy who
was there to keep me company. I remember pushing open
Anthony’s bathroom door to find a blood-covered room and a
trembling boy beside the toilet.
“So are you going to tell me number twenty-five, or
no?”
“No.”
He snorted. “Now you know how I felt when you pestered me
about not crying in front of you. Remember, at Alex’s
grandmother’s house?”
I did remember. “You still haven’t cried in front of
me.”
“We’ve been over this,” he moaned. “I
don’t like to upset you.”
“Touché. That’s why I’m not telling you
number twenty-five.”
“You won’t upset me. I’m hard to
upset.”
I brought my eyes up to his. “To die around the people I
love,” I told him.
“What?”
“Number twenty-five is to die around the people I
love.”
He grimaced. “That’s on your bucket list?”
“It’s my bucket list,” I told him
defensively.
He snorted. “That’s not the point of a bucket
list.”
I glanced up to him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that a bucket list should be written from an
inspirational point of view. A bucket list should have a bunch of
things that you want to accomplish in your life. A bucket list
shouldn’t have things about your death. That’s not
the point.”
I pushed my eyes back to the list. “I told you you’d
get upset.”
“I’m not upset. I’m speaking logically right
now.”
“Well, I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
He didn’t respond for a while, so I glanced up to him and
found his eyes shut as he faced the ceiling, a solitary tear
rolling down his cheek.
I knew I should’ve regretted telling him number
twenty-five, but it was the first thing I said that allowed him
to cry in front of me.
My
brother had his championship basketball game today. He won,
obviously.
But the refs had to talk to me for the second time this weekend
about my 'over-supportive behavior.' lol I have no self
control in those games.
*I don't notify, please
don't ask.*
margwsmith99 · 1 decade ago
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I absolutely
LOVE
this story.
Please get this one published so i can read it over and over again!
2 tonight please since we didn't get one yesterday?!?!?!?