My Version of How James Died...The Truth

"James, what are you doing?" I whispered into the darkness of my room. I know he is here, I can feel his coat on my bed. My eyes start to get used to the room's lack of light. My throat could taste the frosty cold of winter as if my window was open. It probally was.
I felt chills run down my spine, made by fingers running down my back. I was only wearing the black silky pajama dress that he brought me for my brithday. Then I felt a bearthing on my neck. I could tell it was James, he does the same thing every night. Tonight was different i could tell it was the emotion that clouded the room. It was filled with saddness, sorrow.
"Please don't leave" I whispered with tears racing down my face.
"Don't cry" "Not now" he whispered. He placed his face close as he could ge to my neck. I felt his tears on my shoulder.
"Lets go to my place" He said taking a deep breath. His face was still close to my neck.
"Let me get some clothes" I said mumbling.
"Too late" he whispered. He took off his shirt. He took his hands a ran them down my arms then rising them up in the air, sliding the shirt on me. Then he found my favorite blue jeans with holes at the knees and place them on my bed. I looked at him in 'awe'. He looks so great with his shirt off. The way he is so leaky but with enough muscles to think he wasn't a lazy a**. He noticed that I wouldn't move. He let out a sigh. He picked up my jeans. I got up too, picking one leg up as he put my leg into the right pocket of the leg. I felt like a little kid, and her older brother was told to help change his sistter.
"I am going to miss you..." I coughed though the tears. My body began to shake with fear at the thought never seeing James be here again. In my room, or when I am angry at the world, he wouldnt be there to tell me I was right. He would never be there to help me make it to the next day.
"shhh" He said in my ear as he button my jeans. He always did this for me, i was to tried to move. Or I was scared that if I moved he would disappear.
He grip my hand into his. His thumb made circles on my plam. Just having his hand there clams me down. Just him being here was claming me down.
We slowly slide out of my window with caution. then gently close it. I was jerk wake be the cold bitter air. Jame with no shirt on yelled " Race you to the car!" We both starting running with all the air in our lungs. He made it to car frist. "I win" he yelled. The car was in the middle of the forest near my house. "You always do!" I yelled back.
He ran back to me, pick me off of the ground and carried me to the car. His car was a old mustang that he fix up at the house we "live" in. This house was his fathers. His father died when mine did. He was 10 at the time I was 8. Once we got into the car. He started the car up but didnt push the gas pedal. He plugged in his ipod frist. The car lowly played "all the small things". Then he push the gas pedal. I giggle at the fact that he cares more about music then anything else in the world.
"You know thats not true" He said out loud. damn, I hate that he can read my mind. It sometimes a pain.
"please, lets go" I said not wanting to start this fight over again.
"Fine" He spat.
40 minuets
Finally at his house, it takes forever to get there. It usally feels less, but I guess it doesnt work that way when the person is dying becuase of you.
"Stop it!" He yelled angrily. Making me jump out of the car.
"What it is my fault!" I yelled back knowning what he was talking about.
"No, it not" He said trying to clam himslef.
"yes, it is" I said again.
"Its my fault for falling in love with you." He said looking into my eyes. His eyes were the coolest I have ever seen. One was blue and one was sliver. He took a deep breath in and out. He took my hand again and walk me into the house.
"How many hours left?" I asked once it hit 5 in the morning.
"One" he answered. A thought popped into my head. His head staraight up when i thought of this.
"Are you sure?" he asked me.
"is it painful?" I asked as I look at my wrist were he once placed a tatto that is now disappearing to my human eyes.
"a little bit" He reply.
His lips leaded on mine for the first time and the last.His hands wonder to my sides and stayed there. His lips where still on mine then his lips worked there way to my neck on my sweet spot, it felt great. He kept it at this pace till shocking pain shoot though me. My throat betraded me and I let out moan. Everything went black the rest of the night. But my mind still knew that his hour was up, cause tears ran down my face.
My eyes were fighting with me,they wanted my to get up. I was to afraid to see what I might wake up too.