Ohlone College
Creative Writing Stories

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She sat there staring into space for a while until she trusted herself to speak. Her lips parted and she almost chocked on her own words before they started to come out properly.

"Mike." She paused again to collect herself, "I blame myself for letting this happen to you, I could have stopped it if I had only looked past the surface. You were always there when I needed you, but when you needed me I let you down." She tucked a loose strand of jet black hair behind her ear to keep it out of her eyes, which were starting to water. "Now that I've failed you I need you more then ever, to tell me that it's ok, but I know you can't. I also know that you don't much care about sentimental speeches like this, but I also know that you... that you can't hear this. So it's ok."

She stood up and placed a lone flower in the vase beside the bed, right next to the blocky screen that displayed a jagged green line that looked vaguely like a range of mountains. An I.V. softly drip-dropped overhead.

"I have to go now, but I promise to visit you whenever humanly possible. I'd... I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I'll yank one of your tubes out. Just, please, wake up soon."

With that she left the room with a flourish, chocking down tears.


"Happy birthday sweetheart." She was all smiles when she came into the room, but her heart wasn't in it. "You bugger, just when I caught up with you, you have to go and get a year older! I brought you a present! Just some flowers, but don't you worry; I'll get you a real present for every birthday you missed once you wake up!" Her voice lapsed for a second, "All three of them."

She shifted on her stool and smiled wider, more sincerely. "Hey, remember your eleventh birthday? Five years ago? It was a picnic at Twin Peaks, and that was when you kissed me for the first time. We got away from the chaperone and sat on a bench, looked over San Francisco and just talked. The rest was inevitable." She stood up and finished, "I'd like to do that again someday."


"Shit!" She tripped over her long robe and regained her balance with difficulty. Then she took a deep breath to calm herself and sat down. Her blinding green eyes now sparkled.

"Congratulate me darling! I'm no longer a high school chick, I'm moving on to collage with the best grade in the graduating class!" Then her face dropped, "Just like you would have been if not for... this." She lay her arm on the table next to her and began drumming her nails on it.

"Silly little phobia we had wasn't it? We were always worried that we wouldn't end up in the same university after high school, but I guess we don't need to worry about that anymore."

She pulled a big bouquet of flowers out of her bag and put it in the vase. "This is to make up for it, I hope you wake before they wilt."


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