As beautiful as the moment as, no matter how warm her lips felt, how much affection that the two of them were pouring into this simple gesture that people did every day, even with the romantic element of snow softly falling outside the hospital window… it had to end. All good things had to end eventually.
The two broke apart, Jack’s cheeks flushing purple as always, and he tried to capture his breath as he reached down and picked up the mask Katelynn had taken off.
“You’re beautiful.” he said simply as he helped her to replace it. “Don’t tell… don’ tell me otherwise. Ever. O-okay…?”
As he worked, she stared at him with half lidded eyes, eyes dark and a silly smile on her face. It had definitely been worth it.
But at his words, she looked off to the window, watching the snow. ‘I guess maybe I can start to believe it if you really think so.’ And blushed, not really pushing for compliments so much as stating a truth. ‘Though it still amazes me you think so.’
“…my grandmother used to say as long as one person believes in you one hundred percent, it counts more than that hundred percent.” Jack said, and once he was certain the mask was on properly he sat back down. Only this time on the edge of the bed, rather than the chair since his guitar was sitting there quite comfortably. “You would have liked her. She… she was very quiet but when she would talk people’d listen to her.”
Jack Maple 