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Julius POV:

I think about what the girl said. Could she possibly be right ?But  then again ,It's not like she's dying from terminal heart Cancer like I am .Besides , how could you possibly be happy and enjoy every moment when it could very much be your last ? Most people just say  phrases  like 'enjoy the little things' or ...' live every moment like it's your last '.  Or  some crap along those lines without batting an eye , because they subconsciously know that they have a fair chance that they will live until the age of grey hairs . But not me. That fantasy was rooted for me months ago.I take a deep sigh that irritates the girl because she angrily twitches and tosses  in her bed. I glance out the window and stare at the deep purple sky hanging heavily over the  contiguous  never-ending fields of barley . Somewhere in the horizon a stray cat runs along in the fields ,attempting to jump high enough to catch a baby blue jay , whom was struggling and panickedly trying to escape and call for help with hoarse chirps and flutter it's poor wings to exhaustion in the process . Just then when I thought it was the end for the baby blue jay, the cat  lazily stretches it's back  and sits down tiredly in the field;Almost as if it gave up and chose to be hungry rather than chase it's prey like an imbecile .Me and the cat make a strange unison eye contact  for a split second . And  suddenly,those wild green eyes with brown splecks combined with the wild reddish-brown fur reminds me of Lisa , and it feels like I've lost her all over again. I furiously shut the blinds shut and bury my head into my stale pillow. How could I  possibly ever be happy?

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