Sam Green and his boyfriend spent their December twenty-fifth writing their last wishes beneath the hospitals small plastic Christmas tree. They never brought in a real tree because some of the people there were allergic to them, but all Sam wanted to see was a real tree. Not some plastic piece of junk. He looked over at his boyfriend with tired hazel eyes as he watched him finish out his letter

"Did you finish? I can't figure out what to say... There's so much I want to say but at the same time I just don't know how to word it."

Sam had never been good at wording things. Maybe that's why he couldn't figure out how to tell his family he was going to die soon. He just... Didn't know how to say it, without saying it outright