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I don't know what I did... Or what happened. I can't see; I can't taste, I can't smell. I can somewhat feel, but it's numb. Everywhere is numb, The only thing I can do for sure is hear. Because I can hear, I know I'm in a hospital. I can hear that beeping noise on the thing that measures my hearbeat. It's slow, not like I'm sleeping, slower than that. I can hear footsteps outside my room too. I because vaguely aware of people in the room as time passes, my ears start to open up, and I can hear... Crying. It's Arthur. Why is he crying? I can't remember what I did, but I'm in a hospital... And he's crying... Am I sick? Maybe he's sad because

 My name was whispered in my ear in the middle of the night; ever so quietly, almost inaudible like the rustling of leaves caused by a faint breeze. Ever so gently a bang was brushed away from my face by strong, coarse hands. Still after all these months it surprised me so this big man could be so gentle and so quiet, when he spent every waking breath being loud and rough. Caught off guard, I answered a simple little grunt, also almost inaudible, fearing I would break the quiet peace that hung heavily over us. "I love you." he whispered his reply as well, his breath tickling my ear. I smiled into the pillow, this I knew. He told me e

 Arthur had gotten to school extra early today just for this purpose. "I'm going to do it." he mumbled to himself, taking a few more steps towards the locker. "No I'm not." he pivoted, and walked in the oposite direction. Who am I kidding? I'm so stupid, no way is it ever going to turn out the way I want it to. He thought. Then he pivoted again, and walked back towards the locker. Stop wasting time, you have to get it over with. He told himself. Now, you might be wondering, what was Arthur doing on such a fine morning? Good question. Arthur, the student council president, had had a crush on someone for a very long time. And he figured it