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LOGAN
The only thing worse than watching the love of my life die when I was eighteen years old, is watching her collapse and almost die in my arms when I’m a grown-ass man. And I still can’t do anything about it.
Andrea is on the phone with 9-1-1 before I even realize what is happening. Evie races to her car, searching for Poppy’s bag.
“Where the hell is it?” she screams at the back of my head, but I don’t stop breathing for Poppy.
One breath into my lungs, the next into hers.
Over and over.
“Her inhaler.” Evie shoves it into my hands, and I pause only long enough to try and get her to take some of the medication into her lungs, but nothing changes.
Doing the only thing I can, I go back to breathing for her.
Please. Please don’t leave me.
Silently, and to a higher power that I’m not even sure I believe in, I pray.
Don’t let her die. I can’t lose her again.
Our parents stand, watching and talking to 9-1-1, but they don’t try to push me away.
Still, I breathe for her.
First five minutes, and then ten.
The entire time, Poppy’s fear-filled eyes are locked on mine. I feel her pulse racing, and I watch as she can’t hide her feelings anymore.
The ones she turns away from me in the dark of night to keep me from seeing.
I swear if you keep her alive, I will fix this.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips right before I breathe into her lungs. “Never stopped. Never will.”
I tell her everything between those agonizing breaths.
All the secrets that I’ve kept locked away for a decade. With every breath I take, counting the seconds until I push more air into her lungs.
All of the dreams that I have for our life together.
Anything I can to keep her calm.
“Stay with me, Poppy.”
Another breath.
“I’ll do anything you want, baby. Just don’t give up.”
Tears clog my voice, and her eyes shut, but I don’t stop. I’ll never stop.
“I’m not giving up. So you can’t give up.”
In silence, I keep breathing for her, refusing to move when Finn tries to help.
“I love you, Poppy. And you need to fight, because I will fix this.”