This is a SEQUEL TO TOGETHER WITH LOVE story. It is a standalone book. You don't have to read the first book to read this.
Mireya Waters was such a charming girl, who would light up the whole place with her smile. She is beautiful. She loves Alexa...
"The meaning of my tears that are reflected on the mirror, is the color that is hidden under my smile, blue & grey"
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"Are you okay, baby?" Alex's caring voice reached me. I wanted to shout loud until my throat and energy gave up. How am I going to say this to him? How will he take this? How will he react? What about him and I? What about us? What about Mom and Adrian? What about the kids? What about my friends? What about my career? What about my dreams? What about? The list of questions goes on. I can't think of anything because I have gone numb. The only words that are echoing in my mind are,
"You have stage 4 endometrial cancer. It is in the final stage, so we can't cure it, since you have the worst case of Uterine Sarcoma. I'm sorry, Mireya."
I wanted to cry. I really want to. But it was as if my tears were dried up. There was nothing left. I would have cried so much in the past that it was as if my body was incapable of producing tears. I was broken and this was the proof that I was never going to be fixed.
I reminded myself that I had already gone through so much and wanted to accept my reality. I want to fight for my life. I really want to. But I don't know what I'm going to do. I want to live. I do. But I know, I'm counting my days or months or even years, I don't know how many days I will live, but I want to make it to the fullest and never leave any regrets.
I thought my life was going well with everything I wished in it, but not me. When I think of it, my whole life is a tragedy only with some happy moments in it. I want to forget all the disturbing things and get on with my new life, but here comes the tragedy. Each and every time, I was struck by an arrow, a huge freaking arrow. Every time, I get hurt. Is this how my life is going to end?
Alex's hands shook while he read the results from the papers.
"She has stage 4 endometrial cancer and the worst case of cancer Uterine Sarcoma. It is in the final stage, we can try chemotherapy or radiotherapy if you want, but the chances are less. I'm sorry." I held Alex's hands tightly as I saw the second time he was about to shed tears.
"You have got to be kidding me! This is not possible!" He shouted and the doctor flinched.
"As I said, some patients don't feel any symptoms so we can't recognize it. She is counting her days or months, I don't know how many. I'm really sorry." The doctor left us leaving us some privacy. Alex grabbed my hands in his as we both went out of the hospital.
"I'm going to save you, baby, whatever the fuck it takes!" He drove home still clutching my hand in iron grip as if I was going to disappear the moment he let go of my hands.
"You don't worry, I can arrange the doctors and you can go through surgery and we will get through this. Yeah?" He kissed my hands, but his eyes were blurry and his hands were shaking. He is consoling himself that I could get out of this, but he and I both know that I can't. We reached home and we both sat on the couch in the living room. I didn't cry, I wanted to be strong for everyone. I'm okay and he is going to be okay.
