heart

/hɑːt/

Noun

a hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation.

My heart clenched as I stared at the hairbrush, a piece of my hair has fallen. Just a little but it reminded me that I still have cancer. It still reminded me that I haven't told Blake. Looking down at the bloody toilet I push the flush button and hear Maria telling me to hurry up since it was the last day in Italy.

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? I have never been so confused in my life. Never. I look down at the hair, wiping a tear from my cheeks as I throw it into the bin. Looking into the mirror I look in the reflection of a liar. I shouldn't lead Blake on to something I might not be alive for. I needed to tell him tonight.

I take a deep breath in and hit the mirror as hard as I could. The sadness drained through me rather than skating over my skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground. I filtered it yet strangely enough, I kept what was pure and it was the dirt that left.

My sadness is a hollowness. I can't tell you what's worse. Sometimes my hollowness is a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of tears. Sometimes though, it holds a thousand pieces of glass that are wedged in between my soul and body. That's the pain.

I look down at the tight red dress that outlined every curve of my body, it reached mid thighs and the high thigh heels covered all of my skin except a little. I add some red lipstick. "Amira, Blake is waiting outside."

I wipe the tears away from my eyes, I needed to talk to Belle. "I'm coming." I take a deep breath and nod my head as I open the door. Maria's eyes widen as she whistles loudly. "Girl, you're turning me into a lesbian."

I let out a soft laugh as I opened the door holding my bag, I see Blake holding red roses. My eyes widen when I see how beautiful he looks. He wore a black dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, the first ew buttons revealed my favourite tattoos. His curls were let loose and his eyes where bluer than ever. He had his jeans and combat shoes on and his leather jacket was slung over his shoulders.

He looked down at my small height, "You look fucking beautiful." I laughed as he handed the flowers to me, I turned around and gave it to Maria who handed me a rose to hold. "Thank you for the flowers."

"Nothing but the best for you.." He whispers biting onto his bottom lip, I hold the rose against my nose and smile as I close the door behind me. I wrap my hands with his own as we walk down the hotel.

"So I was thinking...a whole night of adventure in Italy..."

"That sounds amazing."

"BLAKE STOP!" I shouted in a whisper trying to dodge his hands as they contained a fucking snail, he pulls me against his chest and pushed the snail into my mouth.

I laugh loudly as I spit it out. We stupidly decided it was a good idea to get into a restaurant full off fancy ass food. Blake saw a snail and I felt like puking. We decided to leave and this mother fucker bought a snail with him.

"What do they say in France? Ahh, profiter de la belle." He smoothly said, I rolled my eyes still tasting the snail in my mouth.

"Pizza margherita con formaggio extra." The waiter said as he set down the pizza onto the table, Blake thanked him and took a slice out before putting it near my mouth.

"If I open my mouth and you shove a snail I'm going to smack your head against a wall."I threatened, he smirks before I open my mouth and take a bite of the pizza. I moaned at the taste of it giving Blake my approval.

"Nice huh?"

"Yes, It's fucking amazing."

"I know." He takes a bite of my pizza as I take another slice.

Blake placed his arms around me and I leaned closer to him. The softness and gentle touch of his arm against my neck made my back tingle. We sat on the seat on the car with the sunroof open looking at all the stars and trying to find constellations.

We didn't speak because in our own way, we were already communicating. My hands rested on his chest as we stared at the stars before us. Stars. There in the night but hidden in the morning. "Choose a star...any star." I said, he looks down at me and points to the one right in the middle. It shines brighter than any other star.

"Thats going to be me, when ever you feel alone just look up there and I shall get the signal only if we aren't together." Blake chuckles as he brings my lips closer to his.

"I wouldn't need to if I have you...besides me. Forever." He presses his lips against my own, and before I know it I feel a small tear graze down my cheeks. Was I being selfish? Because it damn felt like it but I wanted to keep being selfish if it meant that I had him by my side. Blake notices I began crying and removes his lips.

"Why are you crying?"

"Nothing..I'm just happy to have you.." Blake sits up properly and takes a small box out of his jacket, I raised my eyebrows confused onto why he has done that before he hands it to me. "What?"

"Open it." He says as I open he box slowly, my eyes widen as it reveals a necklace with a small butterfly saying the word B, I let out a soft chuckle and take it out. The butterfly was not too small but perfect enough for me. I turned it around revealing a few words.

'Be Mine.'

"Be mine Amira," he whispers. I glance up at his beautiful blue eyes nodding my head. "Yes, yes I will." I whisper as I throw myself on top of him.