Third Person

He walked through the door, dropping the keys into the bucket left on top of his windowsill. Continuously stumbling down the hall, using the walls to hold his body. His eyes wandered through his vacant living room. A blanket was folded on the couch, seeming untouched.

"Mom?" Drew said, looking through the kitchen opening, seeing nothing but dirty plates.

Drew stumbled down, pulling his handkerchief from his tuxedo and wiping away the droplets of sweat. Luckily, his room was the first one down the hall. He opened his door, admiring the neatness of his room. My mother finally had enough of my filthy room and decided to clean it herself.

His textbooks were neatly placed on his wooden bookshelf. Before his room was littered with crumpled notes that he used to study for his final exams. Drew collapsed onto the bed, feeling defeated. Another hacking attack came through, causing Drew to cough up blood clots onto the bedsheet.

"Shitt. . ." Drew mumbled, using his sleeve to wipe the excess from the corner of his lip.

He rested his head onto his puffy pillow, trying to gather his breaths. With every hour passing by, the more intense coughs attack his chest and frequently. At first the attacks happened every few hours, but lately every thirty minutes another hacking frenzy appeared.

Drew felt as if his lungs were slowly filling with water, as if there was just less space in them for the air. Inflating them felt like pushing up a lead weight on his chest, which burned with agony. The rising panic rushed through him along with a dizzy feeling and blurry vision.

Suddenly, everything was swirling around him. His eyesight was failing him along with his punctured lungs. His hands wandered the blanket that surrounded him, falling into the softness and distracting himself from the pain.

A woman figure appeared in front of his eyes. Drew used his hand to intensely rub his eyes, making sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him. Even after all the scrubbing she still stood there, admiring herself in the mirror.

"Does this corset make me look fat?" She asked, twirling around in the navy blue skin-tight corset with a matching skirt. The most beautiful smile was plastered on her face, extending to her eyes.

"Mmm," He mumbled, using his elbows to prop himself on his bed.

"I was packing your stuff but got distracted trying this on," she said, strolling towards the bed and taking a seat next to Drew. Her freshly dyed locks draped past her shoulders, letting a single strand hang in front of her face. Drew gently placed a strand behind her ear, causing her breath to hitch from his touch.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the universe," He whispered, letting his finger glide down her cheek and onto her plump lips.

"You're so cheesy," Imogen giggled, using her hands to shove me away.

"Where are we going?" Drew asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Everywhere!" She excitedly shouted, walking to his drawers and throwing his shirts around his room. One of the shirts landed on his face, causing him to smile brightly at his soulmate in front of him.

Lifting himself from the bed and he wandered closer to her. The corset made all his thoughts go insane and his hands wanted to roam her body. But with every step closer, the more she backed away from him. Finally, she reached the wall, making herself stuck against the wall and his toned chest.

"Why must you always run from me?" Drew asked, wrapping his arms on her small delicate waist. He removed his arm from her waist, using it to caress her warm pearly skin.

Imogen seductively licked her lips, keeping Drew on edge. Her eyes quickly flickered from his gaze down to his rosy round lips. "Because I know that you will chase me," she answered.

"Then let me chase you forever," Drew begged, causing giggles to escape from the gorgeous girl's lips.

Then he brushed her hair back from her shoulder and moved in close, leaning into Imogen feeling his warm-toned body pressed up against her's. She felt his hot breath against her skin, causing goosebumps to appear. The tender brush of his lips was burning as they made contact with her skin. His hand ran through her hair, as the kiss became harder and more urgent.

Imogen was squirming underneath his touch, enjoying every single moment. A wave of pleasure ran through her entire body. It took all her strength to not release a sound from her lips. He started moving the kisses up to her jawline.

"If you want it, take it," Imogen smirked, roughly biting her lip.

That only made Drew's kisses rougher and sloppier. His hand grasped for her stings that held her corset together. Pulling the strings down, causing the corset loosen around her body.

"Promise me you will not tell Lucas," Drew mumbled, between kisses.

"I promise," she whispered.

Instantly their lips crashed together, passionately kissing each other.

"Drew."

"Honey!"

Drew shook his head, noticing the room changing around him. Suddenly his dream girl wasn't in his arms anymore. Instead, a familiar figure was held against his body.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked, staring into my dazed expression.

She raised her hand against his head, feeling the dampness on her skin. His hollow red cheeks and his blood-shot eyes defined with heavy black cease under each. Countless droplets of sweat continued pouring down his face. A sheen of sweat covered his back, making the tuxedo uncomfortable to wear.

"Oh, dear, you're burning up. Hurry lay down," worried his mother as she urged him to lay down.

Obeying his mother, Drew settled in the bed, making sure to cover the blood stain from earlier. His mother fluffed the pillow before allowing him to drop his head onto it. She rushed out of the room to only appear several seconds later with a damp towel in her hands. Drew winced against the moisture of the towel.

"Dammit," his mother muttered under her breath. "You guys haven't gotten this sick in ages. I'm all out of medicine. You stay in bed while I make a quick trip to the pharmacy," she explained.

She stood up from the bed, starting to turn away before her son grabbed a hold of her sleeve.

"Yes, Dear," she said.

"Mo-m. . . I-I lo-v-e y-ou," Drew forced out, his breaths becoming ragged.

His mother wrapped her arms around Drew as he snuggled into her chest. She squeezed her arms tighter and Drew breathed more slowly, his body melting into his mother's. Drew needed this; he wasn't sure how much longer he had. He has put his mother through so much ever since he was little. Maybe dying and leaving her with Mark wasn't such a horrible thing.

"You're exhausted! Don't you dare move while I'm at the store," she brightly smiled, removing her arms from his body and proceeding out the room. "Oh, I forgot. Love you too, Honey."

Drew started feeling the blackness come over him. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth, but a blanket of coldness making his body shudder. Somehow his eyes were becoming heavier and heavier.

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The twenty square acres of entrancing if formalized beauty of the park. There were miniature formal gardens for the elderly that had retired there for quiet life. It had benches, ornamental trees, flowers year around and water fountains in clear lakes that were stocked with Koi carp.

Frankie placed down the red checkered blanket onto the grass. Last night, Frankie roamed on the internet leading her to a website for drive-in movie tickets. She bought two tickets, planning to distract her grieving best friend.

There were many activities to do at the park. They had rollerblading tracks, tennis courts, basketball courts, and a pool. Imogen was wandering around the vendors that invaded the park. There were countless options; vendors with hotdogs and burgers, merchants with popcorn and ice cream, venders with tacos and burrito.

Imogen settled with cheeseburgers and cold refreshments. Her arms overflowed with food as she strolled back to their spot. Once she was closer, Frankie rushed over to help her carry the items.

"Did you forget I packed a picnic?" Frankie giggled, playing the tray down on top of the blanket.

"Did you forget that I don't like potato salad or corn casserole," Imogen glared as she made herself comfortable on the blanket.

"Shit, I did. Those must have been Rebel's favorite beside I didn't expect you to be so hungry," Frankie said, making her way next to Imogen.

"Wow, getting me confused with my brother. Never thought I would experience that," Imogen had a smug smile plastered on her face.

"Shut up," Frankie playfully yelled, slamming her shoulder against Imogen, causing her to drop some ketchup on her shirt.

"Now look what you did," Imogen whined, frowning down at her coral colored shirt.

"That's what you get for eating before the movie started," Frankie joked, pointing at the blank screen.

"I haven't eaten since before I died," Imogen snickered, unfolding the aluminum foil around the burger.

"How are you feeling about everything?" Frankie's eyebrows knitted together, watching for Imogen's expression.

"Empty," Imogen shrugged her shoulders. "But I don't think that has to do with dying."

"I have to make sure to change that," Frankie smiled, wrapping her arm around Imogen's shoulder, practically suffocating her.

After being released from Frankie's grip. Imogen returned to her burger, removing the excess lettuce that was sticking out from the burger. Those little things always bothered her. She squeezed a smiley face using ketchup on the bun before taking a bite.

As Imogen continued munching on her burger, Rebel entered the park in search of her. He cautiously roamed around the park, trying to keep from getting run over by rollerbladers. He stopped for a corn dog before returning to his search.

Finally, Rebel spotted his sister laughing at the commercials.

"Hey," Rebel mumbled.

"Hi. . ." Imogen awkwardly answered.

"Mind walking around with me, Imi?" Rebel asked, watching Imogen reach for a napkin to wipe her lips.

"Okay. . ."

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"You're breaking the rules. Movie night is supposed to distract me from everything going on. If it's drama, can't it just wait for tomorrow," Imogen said, strolling around her park with her brother.

"I know. I wish it could wait, but I'm not sure it can," Rebel said, causing Imogen to sigh. "You know how we're supposed to choose between two soulmates? Well, when you died, I think the system assumed Lucas was your choice. Leaving Drew to become the soulmate that dies."

"What?" Imogen widened her eyes as her eyebrows ceased. "He-'s go-i-ing to di-e?"

"Yeah," Rebel breathed out, stuffing his hand into his pocket.

"Oh, my god!" Imogen smacked her palm against her forehead. "That explained why he asked for my forgiveness earlier. I practically slammed the door in his face."

"He told me not to tell you, but I figured if you wanted to talk to him. . . I wouldn't wait," Rebel said, rubbing Imogen's shoulder.

"Reb. . ."

"It's not the end. We will find something to save him," Rebel encouraged, despite believing that Drew might not survive the night. "Maybe Katherine can do a spell or something."

"No, she will kill you and I can't lose anyone else," Imogen protested.

"Fine, maybe Frankie could find something in her grimoires," Rebel said, not wanting to place any more stress on her. He pulled his sister into a warm hug, caressing her long locks.

"Go talk to him. Just let him know that there's still hope," Rebel whispered in her ear as Imogen nodded.

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Imogen scurried back to Robert's house, assuming Drew would be locked in his room. However, the room was left untouched, revealing to her that Drew hasn't come back. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket to dial his number. While waiting for an answer, Imogen felt a vibration coming from the bed.

She searched through the bed, dragging the sheets down to the floor and hearing loud slams. Her eyes shifted towards the noise, dashing down to pick up the phone.

Why did Drew forget his phone? It had to be an accident, right? No one leaves their house without their phone these days. Of course, the day I want to find Drew, he vanishes into thin air. Could he be at the bar, wasting his precious moments drinking? Or maybe he finally decided to go back home.

I guess I have no choice but to check both places.

Thank you for reading this chapter!! Omg guys, there's only one chapter left :( I'm so sad but happy!

Do you think Imogen will find Drew on time?

Have your feelings for Drew been changing the pass chapters?

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