"You have exactly one more week to live. I’m so sorry but it’s just too late now.”
I know the doctor tried to find ways to cure me. I know he did but this was all he could say now. Today was June 20 and my death date was on June 27. Still have a lot of time.
I know the doctor tried to find ways to cure me but even science could not find the right cure for me. I know there was only one cure for me. It was her.
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Boys rarely tell their own love stories…well then anyways here it goes.
CHAPTER 1-JUNE 21
Well, it is indeed a tough morning. How do you sleep when you have heard your doctor tell that to you?
Anyways, I still have time.
Some people when they are given time limits they do everything they need to do. I’ve already done mine. I’ve said sorry to my mom and she has forgiven me. I have nothing else more to do.
I left the world when she left me.
So today I decided that since I have no chores to do on my to do list. I’d rather reminisce the days when things where a lot better between me and her.
I met her on that crazy day when at the beginning of the day the sun was shining so bright but then the rain started falling down.
I was on my way to my next class when all of a sudden I fell down face flat on the floor. I spilled all of my books and some notebooks but the worst of all was that my phone got destroyed. It was in my pants pocket so I basically crushed it. The phone was two days old. Great.
I was so mad but when I looked to my right side I saw the girl who bumped into me and man was she in trouble. All of her things were spilled and men did she have a lot of things. Her books (so many books, countless) fell on the floor. She had so many papers and some notebooks which she fit in one paper bag which ripped open but then the worst of all was that her glasses got smacked and crushed like my phone. She had a hard time seeing and picking up her own mess so being the gentleman that I was I picked up her mess first before mine. Poor girl she was so clumsy and unorganized too. Everyone in the hallway laughed at us but what I could I do. Anyways she was more devastated than I was. I had to help her.
And that was the first day I heard her voice.
