shower

/ˈʃaʊə/

noun

a brief and usually light fall of rain, hail, sleet, or snow.

After saying goodbye to Ari, I shut the door making sure to lock it before walking towards the bedroom where Blake has hidden himself. "Blake?" I hear the shower turned on, I opened the bathroom door and notice Blakes clothes littering the ground. I see his side body, his biceps tensing as he hands stroke his hair. I feel a sudden run through jolt in my veins causing me to slightly flinch back.

I slowly removed my shirt and trousers that were covered with paint, allowing it to litter with Blakes clothes. Slipping of my bra and underwear I open the shower door and step inside the soft stream of water. I press my hands against Blakes back feeling his tensed posture turn back to normal as my hands slide around his torso.

I rest my head onto his back feeling him inhale some oxygen, "are you okay?" I whisper, he turns around my hands not laving his body. He looks down at me as the water sprinkles our face. "She's never come to my apartment, I love her...Amira I love her so much...she's my mother..but she never acts like one.." I press my hands onto his cheeks. This time it was me to him. This time it was his turn to be taken care of.

I had to do this, he needed it. He needed me, I listened. I listened to every story he gave, it was my turn to heck up on him. He tells me everything about his mother from the beginning to the end. How his mother never gave him love, how his mother never said happy birthdays, how his mother switched as his father passed away.

With all this, I though I was being selfish. Blake went through so much, he never deserved anything thrown at him. He told me how his mother shouted at him for failing every subject, hoo she despised him sometimes. Though his mother seemed like the most loving, caring person in front of me who knows what she did to him behind closed doors.

After forty minutes of talking we decided it was time to bathe, we removed all the paint from our bodies. Blake grabs two towels and wraps one around my body after patting me dry and I do the same to him wrapping it loosely around his torso.

We walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom, getting changed I notice Blake from the corner of my eyes staring out into the open doors of the balcony. I slip on one of his shirts along with a pair of joggers as I walk out the closet. I grab onto the handle suddenly feeling something jot my heart. After a few minutes of concentrating on my breathing I walk out.

"I have chemotherapy tomorrow."

"I'll take you.." he said bluntly as he held something in his hands, I nod my head as my heart shudders at the different tone of his voice. I walk towards him resting my hands against his cheeks as I stand in-between his legs, "Blake..It's okay., how about we dry your hair and watch a few movies?"

"Amira, I just...I'm tired okay..I'm going to sleep early." I nod my head and step back as he walks into the closet, I grab onto the head of the belt holding onto the side of my ribs. My breathing became more rapid, more shallow.

The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and I fall on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. I feel so sick.

"AMIRA! HEY!" I hear thudding footsteps walk towards me my head being grabbed into a pair of arm as I get put into the recovery position. Blake stood upright using to the side table grabbing his phone. I continue gasping for breath holding onto my throat as I hear shouts.

"Thirty fucking minutes? FUCK!" Blackness... creeping blackness... I'm on the floor in a ball- the foetal position. Where is he, what's my name, who to call, what's the number, the stairs are too steep, the room is spinning...blackness...he's gone. "Wake up Amira, It's okay come on."

"She's running out of time, I'm sorry for the bad news...we put her on heavy dosage of medication to ease the attacks and pain but that's all we could do. I suggest bringing the family over..." I hear an unfamiliar body say, footsteps slam the door as the chair besides me scrapes open and I turn my head locking eyes with blue ones.

They were the colour of a clear blue sky through a broken prison wall; the colour of a perfect raindrop on a blue aster; the colour of a river hurrying to join the great ocean. Blake grabs a hold of my hand as he presses it against his lips. His eyes were saying everything and I nod my head understanding.

"I tired princess, I'm sorry for failing you." He mutters in my hands.

"You never failed me...everything has a time..time is our enemy and it sure is mine. Blake everything is going to be okay...I promise." For the first time, tears leave the eyes of Blake Moretti. The soft glass drops ease into my skin. "Blake don't cry, you're going to make me cry."

"You can't leave me...how am I supposed to live without you...I love you Amira, I love you so much...we were meant to get married and go on a honeymoon, have two beautiful kids and live together... to do what every couple is meant to do...you can't leave me..." I felt the tears leave my eyes as I press my forehead abasing his own.

The pain in my heart struck me a thousand more times that my attacks. Little does he know Blake has given me everything. That everything was Hope. To continue living this dreadful life while made better. He had me on a thin string, but he made it thicker with every smile he has given me. Every laugh he has allowed me to laugh. Every crinkle or wrinkle. Every amazing moment. He was the reason I am still alive.

He was the reason I haven't given up. Blake was not a bad boy or what they typically call him, he was a lot soul like my own. He wasn't a killer, a fighter in a cage, he wasn't a lady flirter. He was mine. I look down at the bracelet he has given me and sighed.

"Can we come inside?" I look to the door seeing my parents, nodding my head they rush towards me and Blake.