It's been 3 days since I last talked to Justin. 3 days have gone by without a single word from him. I didn't think I would survive another day without knowing that he's okay.

For me, a day without him it's like a year without rain. I've missed him so much but I just knew that he's alright. The doctor probably wants him to get enough rest and make sure that the healing process is complete before he can go home.

Every once in a while, I would grab my phone and started scrolling through some pictures of him in the gallery, trying to memorise his handsome face one more time.

When I was scrolling through the pictures, my eyes apparently landed on a picture of him during our graduation day. The picture was taken by me when we went for a last stroll through our high school before it's over.

I still remember how fine he looked in the tuxedo. I was laughing to myself when I recalled him saying that he hated wearing formal clothes and going to formal events. He was complaining about how miserable his life would get when he had to act normal and stop being himself just to blend in with his surroundings during certain times. I found out that it was a hard thing for him to change from who he was in the past.

When I first met him at school, he was arrogant and completely rude. He was never less than arrogant. He never cared about anyone else but himself. The day he became famous at school was the day he left humanity for good. That was the reason why I called myself a high schooler who didn't want to leave the house. But...

Somehow he changed. FOR GOOD!

He wasn't the old him anymore. He left the arrogant, selfish and rude Justin Walker forever since we've became friends in high school. Once there was a smirk on his face, that has become his only face to the world. However, he changed himself for the better.

It's weird...

Every time I think of him, my hands seem to have a mind of their own as they reach over to my neck where the letter 'J' is hanging proudly around it.

The moment I hung that beautiful thing around my neck, that was the start of it all. I never imagined how far we've come together after encountering all of those obstacles on our way, in high school and our daily lives. Even though he is not here with me right now, in time I've learned new skills to cope, I always do, I am a survivor after all. In our tough times, I knew that I still love him, that I'd come running if he ever need me, but for now our paths diverge and every step is heavy. Why is everything so heavy?

I found myself lying in the hospital bed, cold and lonely. I missed her soft touch, her arms that I dreamt were wrapped around me as much as I missed the smell of her. I missed her when was gone, but it was only now that do realized how much she meant the world to me. Not seeing her for a day had been tough enough like it was a living hell. But today...

3 days. 3 days without her voice, her smile, her looks that have got no parallel and everything about her. No girl had been the object of my desire in the past years of my life. I loved to touch her but never in a sexual way, never anywhere other than her face and her hands. I want all of her, all the strings attached. Love, lust and passion.

I let her took everything from me. My heart, my soul and my body. All I had left of her was the occasional fleeting memory. I had lost the sound of her voice and the touch of her skin. My chest ached when I thought of what I had lost. No one had ever replaced her and no one ever would. I will choose her until there is no more of my mind or my body. That is my vow, my oath for every single day of my life until the end.

"Can I come in?" Steve's voice abruptly interrupted my train of thoughts when I found him standing in the doorway with his hand still on the chrome handle.

"Yea." I said, forcing a smile.

He walked in then closed the door behind him. I knew by the look on his face that he got something serious at the back of his mind when he approached me. Let me guess, it's about Camila. I thought to myself.

"How are you doing?" he asked, sitting on the chair beside my bed with his body leaning forward towards me.

"Being better."

"That's good to hear." he nodded, the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"We need to talk." he said. Apparently, I already knew what's coming.

"Is this about Camila?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yea."

"So..." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Justin, don't take it the wrong way. What happened that day, that was just me doing you a favour." he simplified and I dropped my gaze.

"You're sick and stuck in bed. You couldn't do anything even if you wanted to. I knew I had to do something before your mother hurts her."

"Try to understand..."

"Do you have feelings for her?" I asked in a thick voice, lifting my head up to look at him in the eye.

"Justin..." he frowned.

"I swear to God that I would never develop any feelings for her. She's yours and you're my best buddy."

"Camila is just a friend. I would never do such a thing. Not to you, Justin." he blurted, I could tell by his blue eyes that he was telling me the truth. A gasp of relief escaped my lips after he came clean.

That shit has been fucking with my head since he became so nice to Camila even though she is a Muslim. I don't know. It's probably because she is my girlfriend and she will always be around whenever we meet up.

"Damn it, Justin! Think positive dickhead. I don't wanna lose him as my friend over this shit. That ain't gonna happen."

"Don't you trust me, man?" he broke the silence which made me realized that I have held my gaze for too long.

"I don't know to say..." Great! Now I've got guilt.

"I know that I shouldn't be assuming that kind of shit. You're a good friend, Steve."

"I'm sorry..." I frowned, feeling ashamed by my own thoughts. Why did I even think of that in the first place? Even Steve knows better that we're gonna be in a hell of a fight if he thought about taking her away from me.

SHE IS MINE!? SHE ALWAYS WILL BE!

"It's okay. I get it. I know how much you love her and I'm happy for you." he reached over and patted on my shoulder, keeping it cool.

"You're right. I do love her. I love her more than life itself." I shook my head in disbelief, couldn't actually believe how big my love is for her.

"I can definitely tell." he joked, looking down at my stomach, the exact place where the bullet pierced through my body and I laughed.

"You know what? I never said thank you." I said and he looked at me confused.

"For what?"

"For always being there for me. You know? Until now." there I said it. Why is it so hard for me to say thank you to him?

He chuckled before answering, "It was nothing, man. I'm just glad that you're alright."

"Yea, me too."

"Did you hear from her yet?" he asked, changing the subject.

"No, she hasn't text me or call. I guess she was still mad about how I treated you that day." I shrugged, forcing a pathetic smile.

"Maybe you should call her and tell her that you're sorry." he suggested.

"I thought so too." I agreed with him and quickly reached over for my phone in the drawer.

I know I shouldn't be using my phone right now or Dr. Reynolds would be pissed but who gives a shit anyway?!

I ain't closing my eyes until I heard her voice through the damn phone.