There was only one week left until we were out of this hospital. I couldn't imagine what it would be like not seeing Ivan everyday. I couldn't imagine not seeing his amazing smile or not hearing his contagious laugh. I couldn't imagine not seeing his beautiful blue eyes everyday.

I couldn't imagine not seeing....him. Him. He was the most amazing person in the world to me. He recused me like I rescued him. He is...amazing.

He will never know how amazing he is.

That was what I was thinking about when I was walking up and down the stairs with Dona.

"Why do you look so down today?," she asked.

"What? I'm fine," I said.

She had a crooked smile on her face.

"I'll tell you a secret," she said. "No one is fine."

I smiled.

"I'm just thinking about how I'm leaving this hospital in a week," I said.

"Aren't you happy?," she asked.

"Not really," I muttered.

"Does this have anything to do with the boy?," Dona asked, looking me in the eyes.

I wish I could have spilled all of my thoughts out of my mind. I wish I could have cried in her arms like a baby. I wish I could have told her that this has everything to do with that boy in the recovery room. That beautiful, amazing boy in the recovery room.

But I didn't tell her. I wanted to be strong.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, frowning.

She looked concerned, but she didn't say anything more.

When we got to the room, I walked in, and Ivan looked up at me and smiled. I'll miss that beautiful smile.

"Why the long face?," Ivan said.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said as I walked to my hospital bed and lied down.

"Congratulations! Your back never hurt while you were walking up and down stairs with me! So, you get lie down instead of sitting in a chair!," Dona said, trying to cheer me up.

When she saw that I didn't smile, she looked even more concerned. Her forehead wrinkled, and she looked like she was trying to solve an impossible math equation.

"Ok, well...bye,"she said, and walked away.

Once Dona walked out of the room, Ivan looked over at me, and I turned my head the opposite direction.

"Liv....Liv, can you please tell me what's wrong?," he asked, sounding concerned.

I didn't answer him.

"Liv....can you please talk to me?," he asked.

I wish I could've told him I was fine, but that would have been a lie.

"Ivan, do you realize we're leaving this hospital in a week?," I asked.

There was a long silence.

"Yes," he whispered.

It was as if he was scared to say it.

There was another long silence that seemed to last for a century. I could hear the sound of high heels clicking against the floor in the hallway.

Click clack. Click clack. Click clack.

The sound was stuck in my head like an overplayed song on the radio. I hated it. I hate long silences.

I decided to talk.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. I'm so sorry," I said.

"Don't apologize," he said.

Then, Ivan did something that surprised me.

Ivan took off all of his equipment, stood up, hobbled over to me, leaned down, and kissed me. He was kissing me! He wasn't kissing Ashton! He was kissing me!

Ivan was kissing me! Ivan was kissing me!

No matter how many times I repeated it in my head, I couldn't believe it.

He had chap lips, and his lips felt kind of hard against my smooth lips.

Did I care? No! No one's perfect!

But Ivan was perfect for me.

Just then, I remembered something I learned when I was in eighth grade. In eighth grade, I was interested in myths and theories. I came across this theory on the Internet: a Greek philosopher, Pluto, believed that all humans only have one half of a soul, and that all humans have a "split-apart" that has the other half of their soul. 

Ivan's my split apart.

I broke away from the kiss.

"We're split-aparts," I said.

Ivan smiled.

"Finally, I found a geek like me who's interested in theories!," he said happily.

I laughed.

Then, we kissed all over again.