High ambitions.
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I hope to see him again, soon. There I was lying on my bed, sick.
I was sick and I was too blind too even see it. I had it since I was young; the cancer. It was when I grew older that it had appeared and came to haunt me.
Missing him made it worse.
I had my first treatment a year after he left. He had no clue what was going on. He is probably happier now.
Our friends stayed with me every single day. So did my mom. They gave me strength; yet I was still weak.
I knew there was no hope for me. It was almost my time. I had big dreams for myself; my only dream now is to be free from the pain.
I was feeling that today is the day. Everyone was with me: my mom and my friends. They were cramped up in my plain hospital room.
Taking one last look at my black and white world, then came the colors. I was met with his brown eyes and my world was never dull again.
He held my hand for the last time as I took my last breath.
He dreamed to be with me; but I dreamed to be free.
And for the last time, we became violet.
