The drive home was silent; and filled with tears and sniffles. Ethan's hand rested on my shaking knee and he stroked it lightly with his thumb on his free hand. I glided a hand through my short ombré hair and sniffled again. I shut my eyes, squeezing them; a few more tears escaping. The car was silent.
Today, my doctor had told me horrible news: news that killed me, almost literally. I had fifty days left. By that, I mean in fifty days or maybe less, if lucky maybe more, I'd be dead. Ethan didn't take it very well. I think he cried more than I did. Well - after all - he was about to loose his girlfriend in just over a month.
The car stopped and I jolted forward slightly. I didn't make eye contact will Ethan, I didn't want to. He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car, slamming the car door shut. My car door opened and I weakly unbuckled my seatbelt. I stepped out of the car and the cold air bit into my face straight away. I felt cold inside and out. The car door shut behind me and I followed my boyfriend into the house. He opened the door with the keys and the door swung open. I stepped in and Ethan locked the car, then following behind me. The second the door shut, Ethan wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, sobbing and sobbing.
I stayed silent but slowly snaked my stiff arms around his waist and rubbed his back. I swallowed the saliva that sat in the edge of my mouth to wet the dry lump in my throat. I gently pushed Ethan off of me and stared into his puffy, red, bloodshot eyes.
I placed my soft cold lips onto his and squeezed his hands. I pulled away after a few seconds and yawned.
"Can we go to bed please?" Were the first words said in the past two hours. Ethan nodded and picked me up bridal style. I buried my face into his chest and closed my eyes.
Death was a scary thing. How painful was it going to be? What time? Where? Why? I was too scared to shut my eyes at night when I was around seven because I always thought I'd die in my sleep.
The back of my head hit the soft pillow that me and Ethan shared and the thick blanket was lifted up to my shoulders. The same pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist securely.
"I love you baby-girl." He whispered in my ear.
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fifty days
Romance"I'm going to make your last fifty days the best baby girl." ✩ Yasmin Olvo has fifty more days to live - according to the doctors. She is shattered into pieces and so is her boyfriend Ethan Woods. He promises her that he'll make her last days on ear...
