Cedar.

All you could think about was the male that you fell in love with.

It didn't matter..

He couldn't love someone like you, right?

"Ms. Y/n, you have a visitor."

You didn't move at all.  You simply glanced up to see who it was.  Speaking of the devil himself.

You looked back down at your lap, feeling as if you were in a paralyzed state.

"Hey, how ya doing?"  You sighed and avoided eye contact with him, feeling angry, hurt, and alone.  "The nurse told me you wouldn't eat anything, and that you haven't been responding.."  He walked to the side of your bed, lifting your chin and tilting your head to make you look at him.  He searched your eyes, looking for any kind of emotion in the almost dead looking irises, "Can you talk to me?"

You pulled your chin out of his grip, looking out your rooms window.  The view was terrible.  It just showed the roof of the hospital lobby, at least that's what you thought it was.

"Y/n, please?  I need you to talk to me, let alone eat.  You need to get some food inside of you.  Can you do it for me?"

Why did him saying that hurt you so badly?  Was he acting like he cared? It just couldn't be real.  Especially not after that stupid dream you had.

"I'll try to eat.  I don't know if I want to talk to you though."

"That's fine.  You don't have to talk to me if it makes you feel uncomfortable."   He muttered something, looking disappointed.

You looked at him again, noticing what he was wearing.  He looked quite handsome.

"You look nice."  You whispered, trying to adjust yourself.

"Hey let me help you with that."  He reached over sliding his hand underneath your back and legs, lifting you up.

God his arms wrapped around you felt so...comforting.  You couldn't help but to melt in his grip, only to have him sit you back down in a more comfortable position and slide his hands away from you.

"Better?"  You sighed, upset his warmth had left you, and nodded, "Good I'm glad."

Time skip because ya girl is really tired and not in the mood to write a silent eating scene.

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Cedar cleared his throat and moved the hospitals shitty excuse for a table away from your bed, rolling his chair in its place.

"Do you think you could tell me about your dream?"

You held your breath as you thought about what you dreamed about.  Could you really tell him that?

He'd probably laugh and think you were weird... 

It was weird.

"Y-yeah..  I-i just-"  He grabbed your hands, squeezing them.

"Hey, I'll listen to you.  And I won't judge you.  You're adorable and absolutely amazing, okay?"

Adorable?  Where did that come from..?

Cedar's POV

Shit.  Did I just say adorable?  Fuck.  Maybe she didn't notice.  

"We met at the coffee shop,"

She started to explain her dream, and I couldn't believe it.  I had wanted to do exactly what she dreamed about.  I planned on asking her out at the coffee shop.

"Cedar I just...  I loved you.  I do love you.  W-when you told me that I-"

"Y/n I love you too."