When The Stars Shines, You Would Be Mine

Chapter 11❤❄

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I saw Arabella, but i have always avoided, at home and even in school, once the class's over, i rush out of it and when it is time for lunch, i grab my bag and head to the library, but since i discovered she comes by at the library often. I have my lunch in the janitors closet.

Ever since the little scene between she and her boyfriend, we haven't really talked. I haven't tried to talk to her too, we just attend classes and then, we state at each other, sometimes, i make an attempt to wave at her, but she doesn't even bother to glance at my side, so i drop my hand, sagging my shoulders and walk away.
I haven't really told anyone about my illnesses, apart from Micheal though. Telling them, they can't do anything, apart from being supportive, emotional and all shit. They can't do anything, they can't extend my life span, can they? No they freaking can't!

Living my life as a normal teenager, so just to see one day, the medical reports from the doctor, telling me i just have a month to live.

When did it all start? Just a month? What would happen in just a month?

What would happen to all my friends and loved ones? Would they move on when i am dead? What would happen to me? Would i end up in hell or heaven? Would i be up there in the skies, watching over my loved ones?

What would happen to me?!

I was freaking out and i don't know what to do. I walk away from the janitor closet to the mini football stadium we have at our school. I sit down on the floor, staring at the grass, tear droplets fall, falling down on the grass. I clutch my chest, breathing is hard for me too.

"Denzel!" I hear my name being called, I turn around to see a slender figure, I don't need anyone to tell even if my eyes were closed that that was Arabella, her voice gave her away, even far off in a distance.

I don't look up at her, i fixate my gaze on the grass, the tears still dropping down on the grass

She comes close to me, touching my cheek, weeks ago, i would have melted under her touch, but now, i feel nothing, not know, knowing that i have less than few more weeks to live.

"What is wrong Den?" She asks, her voice so soothing, but i don't let that get to me. I hold her hands, taking it away from my face, still not meeting her eyes. "I am fine, you don't need to worry."

"You don't look fine as you claim. Something is wrong and you aren't telling me." She says

"And what do you think is wrong with me, huh? Take a wild guess!" I yell at her

"I don't know what is wrong with you okay. You aren't telling me anything but i can tell you are hurting, and you don't want to tell me."

"And why should i tell you? Does telling you help to erase whatever i am feeling, does it?"

"It does, telling someone what's hurting you helps to lighten the burden. You don't have to feel ashamed with me, whatever is going on with you. You can tell me, i am here, as your friend."

"What are you even doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your boyfriend, Olamide? Where is he? Run along to him!"

"I broke up with him okay. I should have known the type of guy he was, i am glad i didn't let my guard down with him. You know, today is my mom's death anniversary. She died on this very day."

"Oh, I am so sorry about that "

"Yeah, thanks. People think saying "sorry" is a magical eraser that erases everything from your memory."

"I have something to say." I tell her, still not looking up at her

"Then, say it okay. Please, don't bottle your feelings"

"In less than few weeks, i am going to die!" I say, finally looking up at her, the tears just keep on flowing, they don't stop.

"Oh my God!" She says, covering her mouth

"Yeah, I have leukaemia and the doctor said i have less than weeks to live and you know what? I don't know how to react to the news. I just don't know what to."

She moves closer to me, embracing me, i hug her even tightly. "I am going to die, Ara and there is nothing no one else can do about it."

She releases me from the hug, "What about your family? How did they take the news?"

"I don't want to talk about that right now. I don't want to talk about anything . I just want to be left alone "

"Do you believe in God and miracles?" She asked

I look at her, nodding my head.

"Then why did God allow my mother to die?" I don't know if she is asking me or talking to her self, but she didn't look at me, "Why is there so much pain when he could have just allowed my mom to be with us and i wouldn't have to bother growing up without a mother, I wouldn't have to bother about loosing a dear friend of mine."

After she said this. We were both speechless. We just stayed there, hugging our selevs, zoning out of the world, not caring we are on the field hugging each other, that we are still in school, that we are still teenagers, that we believe in God but still wonder why death comes between us.