minor trigger warning; once again, doesn't get too into detail, but it's sad.

I sighed and went back into the classroom. Everyone looked up, but I ignored them and sat down in my seat.

Brandon doesn't talk me, not because he's worried he'll stutter or say something dumb, it's not that. He doesn't talk to me, because he physically can't.

The teacher wasn't paying attention to the class, instead she was reading a magazine about John Cena. I looked down at the six paper airplanes in my hands. I set them down on my desk. They had numbers labeled on them.

I opened up the first paper airplane;

'Hey. I'm sorry I didn't go to school today. Something came up. I might be back next month, if I make it.

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b.r.r'

I wish Brandon would've told me the truth. Was he afraid I was going to judge him? I would never! I opened the second one:

'Hey. I hope everything is okay! I just wanted to remind you that; you're beautiful and you should never forget that.

✘
b.r.r'

I smiled and opened the third paper airplane:

'I hope Hunter is giving you these. I can't be there to give you them myself. I'm just too busy.

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b.r.r'

'Busy?' He's in a hospital! I want to see him. Maybe suprise him? I opened the fourth paper airplane:

'Yo, yo, yo. What's Gucci? What's cookin' good lookin'. Okay, I'm gonna stop now, because that was weird. Miss you!

✘
b.r.r'

I laughed. I miss him, too. I was going to try to see him after school.

'They gave me more medicine. I'm going into my second surgery -- wait, I hope Hunter doesn't give you this. You weren't supposed to know.

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b.r.r'

I was guessing Hunter was supposed to throw that one away, but he must have forgot. I started to get worried.

Medicine? Surgery? His second one! I can't believe he didn't tell me. I wiped away some tears and opened the last paper airplane:

'I like you, a lot. I wish you liked me back, but how can someone as gorgeous as you, like a boy, who is slowly dying?

✘
b.r.r'

I wiped away some more tears. I did like Brandon. I always have. The bell rang and I ran out of he classroom.

I got in my mom's car and she saw how upset I was. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked, rubbing my back.

"Can we go to the hospital?" I asked her.

"We only have two hospitals here, sweetheart. The one for new born babies and the one for people who have cancer." She explained.

I felt as if my heart just fell out of my chest. Cancer? "C-can-," I stuttered.

"The cancer one?" She asked.

I nodded my head and she started the car. I held the paper airplanes to my heart. I don't know what I would do if I lost him. He can't leave me. He can't.

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ouch, that hit me in the feels.

- jennifer