Flat Line

Victoria

The door opened again and I looked up to find Landon walking in, his eyebrows arched more than usual and I knew that he was angry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling the blanket further up onto my body and he looked at me.

"I can't do this." He shook his head almost frustratedly.

I pointed to the chair next to my bed and he stood there for a while before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He came over and sat, crossing his arms over his chest and I knew he was trying to suppress his emotions.

I motioned for him to lean closer before cupping his face in my hand, my arm too weak to even lift properly. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and gave him a small smile.

"You have your whole life ahead of you, Landon," I paused, another sharp pain hitting me in my chest. "You have to move on, okay? For me."

"No." He replied curtly, his tone dark and I sighed, expecting nothing less from him.

"Landon, you can't hold onto this forever. You'll torture yourself."

"No, Victoria."