《∆Cocaine∆ •Lil Peep》14
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The sound of the heart monitor every second rang through the hospital ward. Gus looked so peaceful in his sleep. I wiped the tears streaming slowly down my face, the thoughts of what was happening flooded me with fear. Here in front of me is my husband, and he's in a coma.
"Gus?" I spoke to his sleeping body. He didn't even flinch a hair. " I don't know if you can hear me, but I wanted to say that I'm sorry... for everything. Truth is, baby I love you and I don't care what happened between us, I was just scared. Scared to lose you. And baby I just can't lose you, i'll never forgive myself for letting you go. And I'm going to be here, until you're awake, and smiling with that cute little smile of yours. And I'm going to take you home and forget about everything that could break us apart, because I will not let that happen, you hear me"
I played with his hair and thought for a moment. He's really my entire world, from day one. I hated what he had went through lately. I don't know why I had gotten so angry in the end.
" Honey, sit with me" I jumped at the shock of a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me, and there was guses mother.
"l-liza?" I hugged her and cried.
"oh baby, what happened? How did he get here?"
I was embarrased to explain, but this was our mother and she deserved to know. "We had a fight...it just happened and I let the xans get out of control...but he started the using again. and I broke down and I didn't mean to hurt him, it just came out... I'm so sorry" I began bawling my eyes out uncontrollably. "He was passed out, and...and.." The tears stopped me from being able to speak any further.
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Liza began to rub my back as she held me in her arms, and we both thought in silence. "Honey, I'm just happy you're the one my son chose. He hasn't ever been this happy, and You stuck around. That's a lot to say. Just talk to him, but please don't hurt my son"
"I promise I'll never leave him"
we both looked at gus. He was so peaceful. The doctors said he should wake up soon. They had pumped his stomach in case he took too many pills, but for the other stuff, we'd have to wait it out.
I slowly walked back coffee for me and Liza. I looked straight to her and seen her smiling. Then i peered to gus. He weakly smiled at me. "Hey babygirl"
I dropped the coffees on the ground and ran to hug him. Fuck the coffee.
"Oh my god gus you're alive" my words were muffled against his shoulder.
"I see my momma got acquainted with you huh?"
I chuckled "Well who else was I supposed to talk to?"
I flushed the toilet as I listened to silvi and my mother bringing bags inside the house. The drugs had gone to far and I dont plan on hurting Silvi anymore.
I searched around the house for her and found her on the porch swing. Her favorite place smoking a blunt. I sat next to her and began puffing with her. "Baby I'm sorry, I took things to far these past few weeks and you didn't need to find me like that."
"Gus... I didn't mean to get you angry. I love you too much, can we just go back to how we were? I just want you to be careful,, I don't know what I'd do if i lost you my love"
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I held her in my arms and began singing gym class to her. It had always been her favorite. we finished the blunt.
"You know silvi, I'd give up the world to just have you for one moment."
"And Gus baby, I'd give up the world to stop your pain"
What she said had hurt me the most. Not because what she meant by it, but I realised she seen my hurt and just wanted me safe.
"Gus i dont care what you do, if you use. I care that you hide it and go to far. What happened to us doing things with each other?"
"It was the stress of this tour. I didn't want to leave you behind. And... Ion know. I should've done better"
"Well let's start with this..." silvi grabbed my face and kissed me. I got lost in her lips. They had always been so soft. She had always been truly herself and I loved her for that. That's why she's my wife not some hoe.
And Los in her touch I just hoped things never changed again.
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