Adieu

*Chapter one

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Chapter One

William poured cream into his coffee at precisely 9 o' clock the next morning, and as he drank he continued to read his under-used English to French dictionary, an activity he had began the previous evening.

He had realized an unfortunate predicament—other than the obvious one that he was, in fact, dying— William spoke no French. Naturally he had taken AP Spanish in high school but he highly doubted that would help.

"Parlez-vous anglais?" he murmured to himself; that would defiantly be the first question he asked a person, because there would certainly be no point in failing at French when the person knew how to speak English. He chuckled and allowed himself another sip of coffee just as Louie began barking.

William frowned. "Louie? What's the matter?"

It was then that the rapid banging rang through the air and as he made his way toward the door he considered throwing on a shirt. He probably should have put one on when he woke his morning but it simply hadn't occurred to him.; but as of now ,worn gray sweatpants would have to do.

“Hush Louie, its fine,” he called, before putting his eye to the peephole and groaning; of course it was Dez, and she was tapping her foot impatiently, causing a symphony of rapid Clicks from her two-inch heels to echo across the tile floor. 

“Good morning–“

"You didn't call me back,” she interrupted angrily, letting herself in and kicking off her heels as she did so.

William threw his head back and closed his eyes. "I know. I'm s—"

"Sorry? Do you have any idea how worried I was??"

William examined his sister as he closed the door; she was only about four inches shorter than he was. Her long dark curls—identical color and texture as his own— bounced as she plopped herself down on the faded leather couch and scratched behind Louie's ears. Her large chocolate brown eyes weren't looking at him and underneath were the beginnings of dark circles from lack of sleep; hardly noticeable though, only if you were looking as closely as he was. In all was quite attractive— as attractive as a little sister could be to her older brother—it had been a problem when they were younger, William would always try to beat up her many admirers; but she was happily married now, to the one boyfriend he had actually liked, Kenneth Winslow.

"Dez, look—"

"And you don't know how to answer an email either."

"Dez!" he exclaimed,

Only when she looked up did he see the tears. "I thought... I mean..,” and then she was sobbing.

"Dez." he murmured, bringing her into his arms. She lay on his bare chest, instantly distraught.

"I'm alright Dez, I'm alright,” he muttered into her hair.

"R-really? Lung cancer is a-al-alright?" She stammered. "Six months is alright?”

He sighed. "I know Dez, I know."

Only the sound of her lessening sobs could be heard through the room as the hours ticked on. William simply let her cry herself out, holding her close, and murmuring soothing words into her hair every once and a while