Quietus - death or something that causes death, regarded as a release from life
Cancer. It's a common word for the rest.
But it's just the beginning for the end to the ones who faces it. Just like Rosa who always felt alone.
Until she met a...
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"Oh sorry. My name is Harry Styles. Harry Edward Styles. I called you to talk about the organ that has been donated by your father a few years back. Actually, can we meet up to talk about this? I think it is inappropriate to talk this thing over the phone." The guy said from the other side of the line.
The phone slipped from her hand and fell on the ground as tears starts to pour like the rain outside. Daddy?
"Hello? Are you there?" the voice asked again.
Rosa quickly picked up the phone from ground while wiping away her tears.
"Yeah, sorry. There was a rat running over here couple of minutes ago"
Really Rosa? A rat as an excuse.
"Oh okay. Can we meet up? At Dunks and Doughnut maybe. "
Dunks and Doughnut.
The place I used to work, Rosa thought.
When I was okay without any problems.
"Yeah, sure. Why not? At 4.30 ?" she answered calmly pushing away the old thoughts.
"Alright, see ya' there." With that the deep voice with a strong British accent disappeared .
To be honest, Rosa was enjoying his voice over the line. His voice was so manly. Not like Niall who had a chirpy yet soothing voice. This was different. It was something else.
Rosa pushed away the thoughts as she looked up at her watch to ensure she was not late for coffee meet.
2.30 p.m. Three hours more .
As the hot running water hit her shoulder, Rosa's muscles released as the sentence still played back on her mind.
'Organs donated by your father.' Father has never really talked about donating organs but father always played a large role in the medical field in helping out cancer patients.
I decided to follow his footsteps . At that time, I couldn't really understand father. Why he always stayed up late and rarely come back home. Why would he help the cancer patients? What happiness did he get from it?
Now, I understood. The smile of a small kid can brighten up your whole day. The thought of someone who is battling for their life is laughing because of you. You're the source of their happiness. This was all it was about.
The only purpose of life is that it is worth living.
She turned off the shower and wrapped herself with a piece of blue towel. Her body was already shaking due to the long shower. It was one of the symptoms of cancer.
You can't stand the cold. You easily get cold and start shivering.
As she opened her cabinet filled with dresses section, her tears hit her cheeks again.
