She waved goodbye, tears in her eyes,as I started to walk out the door. She knew, as did I, that this would probably be one of the last times we ever see each other. All the memories we'd made together, all the stupid things we'd done throughout all the years we'd known each other, it all came back to me like a hurricane of feelings. But I wasn't gonna cry. No way. I'd told myself the day I first found out about her terminal illness that nothing would change between us. But as she looked all around the eerily sterile and drab hospital room, I couldn't help but look back at her. The look in her eyes was absolutely disheartening; I hated it. She was always so happy, but now she knew just how ill she was, it was painfully obvious that she was losing hope. I stood in the door frame for just a second more, a single tear rolling down my face. My eyes were stinging but I wanted to seem in a good mood. Maybe that would cheer her up a bit. I wiped the tears from my face with the rough sleeve of my old flannel and managed to plaster a smile on my face. As I left, she waved at me once again. This time, I waved back.
