"You really didn't have to come with me, honey." My mom says as we walk though the hospital door.

"But I wanted to keep you company."

We walk to the front desk where my mom starts telling the lady she came to pick up some papers.

I can't help to start looking around hoping I'll see Dean somewhere. "Mom I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay honey." She says then continues talking to the lady. I go to the elevator and press the second floor.

Usually, I'd see Dean there. When I arrive I start walking down the hall. "Do you need help finding something ma'am?" A nurse asks.

Just as I'm about to answer I spot Dean. A smile forms on my lips, "Actually, no. I don't need help. I've found who I'm looking for."

The nurse excuses herself and I try to fix my hair before I approach him. "Dean!" I call enthusiastically.

Dean doesn't turn around. In fact he keeps walking. Maybe he didn't hear. "Dean!" I repeat.

Still nothing.

"Dean?" I say once again and this time I grab his arm to get his attention. He stiffens at my touch and finally turns around.

"Oh. Hey."

He sounds so dry.

There's no smile on his face or any sort of expression. He's got a blank stare and it makes me feel different.

"Hey. How are you?" I ask him excitedly. It's been a week since I last seen him at the movies. "I'm good. Uh, and you?"

"I'm good as well. When are you going on break?"

"About now."

"Ah, do you want to go get ice cream? I haven't had some since we last ate it."

He scratches his neck awkwardly. "I can't. I'm pretty busy. I have some stuff to during my break."

"Oh. Okay. That's fine. Well do you want to come later tonight? My mom is cooking some fancy recipe she learned from this book."

I give him a big smile and when I get nothing in return it starts to slowly disappear. "What's wrong Dean?"

He sighs and looks around. "Come this way." He says walking further down the hall. As I'm told I follow him behind into a room with vending machines and a couple small tables.

He sits down in one of the chairs and I take a seat in front of him. There's still a blank expression on his face and that terrifies me.

"What's wrong Dean? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. It's just ..."

His voice trails off leaving me hanging. He's looking at his hands on the table avoiding any eye contact with me. "Just what?"

He finally looks me in the eyes. "We can't be friends anymore."

The words flow out of his mouth so easily it hurts me so much more. "What?" I whisper. Maybe I didn't hear right.

"We can't be friends anymore."

The words finally sink in my brain. "But- but why?"

"It's just ... I don't know , Aj."

"You have to know. What did I do? Did I do something wrong?" I ask my throat tightening as I speak.

"No. I just don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Dean you have to know. What did I do?"

"Aj just drop it."

"I can't drop it. You're - you're my friend and - and I can't drop it." It's starting to feel like there's not enough air in this room for me to breathe.

My hearts beating so fast and my lungs are tightening by the second. "Tell me why can't we be friends?"

"Because I don't want to be friends with you!" He screams. I flinch surprised at his harsh tone. "I just don't want to be your friend anymore. I'm tired of this hospital and I'm tired of you. That's it. So don't look for me anymore." He gets up from the table and walks out of the room.

I don't cry, but I feel broken inside. My whole body is feeling numb. Kind of sedated except I'm sedated with pain.

His words keep flooding my mind and it makes me want to cry and scream. Why does it feel like I can't breathe?

Why can't I breathe?

Why do I feel like I'm dying?

The thought of not speaking to him crushes me. I don't think I've ever been this hurt. His words felt like knives.

I get up from the table and start walking down the hall. I'm looking down at my feet while walking afraid he's still around.

"Aj, what took you so long?" My mom asks when I'm down at the lobby again. "There was a line." I lie.

"Are you okay honey?"

"Of course."

"You look a bit pale. Do you need the doctor to check you while we're here?"

"No mom. I'm fine. I just need to get out of this hospital." I whisper. If I speak any louder it feels like I'll burst in tears.

"Okay honey. Let's go." She grabs my arm while we're walking out. As we're heading to the car I see Dean in the parking lot.

A red car stops in front of him. Then Layla gets out of the drivers seat to run and hug him then pressing her lips against his.

Dean smiles.

Hugs her back.

Kisses her back.

My eye sting from not blinking, but I can't look away.

But of course he picked her over me. Because why would he like me instead? I'm nothing, but a big mess.

I'm such a big mess.

Who could ever love me?