Follow Me Everywhere, But Death.

A/N: Week 13 of the 52 week story prompt. 

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, folks!” the bus driver said with a grimace, “traffic is backed up for miles.”

Laura sighed, put her head back against her seat, “fuck. We’re gonna be here for hours, Avi.”

Avi, her best friend, nodded, “I know.”

“Do you think something’s happened?” Laura asked, looking back at him. His light hazel-green eyes were clouded with sleep and his sun-kissed, caramel smooth skin tinted pink from the heat, his black hair was ruffled and rumpled with sleep. He looked like a beautiful mess, her beautiful mess.

“Probably,” Avi replied, leaning back again, so they were both looking up at the ceiling of the bus, “hey you know, this is gonna be like the last time we get to go to one of these things?”

Laura frowned, “how d’ya figure that?”

“Well, you’re going off to university in the city and I’m going even further,” Avi said sadly, taking her hand, “I’m gonna lose you.”

“No,” Laura shook her head, tucking herself into his arms, hugging him close, sighing happily when his arms circled around her, “that’s not gonna happen.”

“You won’t forget me?”

Laura looked up at Avi, smiling softly, “of course not. You’re my best friend, I love you.”

Avi smiled, kissing her forehead, “love you too.”

“You know when we became friends, you kinda got stuck with me,” Laura smirked, blue eyes light in the sun’s golden rays, “you can’t get rid of me.”

Avi groaned, rolling his eyes, “oh great. That sounds fantastic, whoop.”

Laura smacked his arm and scoffed, “don’t lie, you’re glad.”

“Fantastic,” Avi smirked and kissed her forehead again, “God, I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Avi smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “I know.”

Laura went back to resting her head on his chest and held on tight. She knew it was never going to be the same. Not just because they were going to university, but because of the tubes helping her breathe and the oxygen supply she had to carry around with her and the medication she had to keep taking.

She was living on borrowed time, and though they were best friends, who followed each other everywhere, through whatever, good or bad – he could not follow her to death.

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