The Cliché Elevator Break: Part Five

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the words kept replaying in your mind,

I have cancer.

I HAVE cancer.

cancer.

"Y/N?"

you snap out of it and see a teary eyed Kenzie. you look around, all the people just sipping on their coffee, thinking that the world is theirs. laughing, smiling. that nothing bad will ever happen.

until you least expect it, the worst can and will happen.

you realize you hadn't flipped out, or screamed or even cried. it was all in your head. you were thinking of doing all of those things, but hadn't.

you look up at Kenzie, who's now silently sobbing to herself. you couldn't breathe.

"no." you say, getting up leaving your coffee and a confused cancerous Kenzie behind.

it was raining now, outside the shop. pouring.

you don't bother to put your hood on. what's the point?

you begin to walk, then sprint.
sprinting in the rain, getting yourself soaked. head to toe. you stop for a second, leaning on the cold brick wall. you stay there for a while. just staring into space. not crying, not screaming. You then become inpatient and begin running again, down the street with tons of people trying to get out of the rain.

you don't know where to go. do you go home? do you go back? do you run around till someone really kidnaps you?

who cares, just make it stop.

but next thing you know, your knocked off your feet. falling hard on the concrete.

"oi, I'm sorry ma'am-" he paused. "hey..are you okay??" the guy says in a rather soft tone, which sounded awfully familiar.

you slowly shake your head not looking up. the man kneels down, putting his hand on your shoulder. he had a familiar smell to him.

"come on, let's get out of the rain."

you get up not looking at the man, who guides you to the nearest dry place. you take a seat inside a quaint food place, which sign read 'Nandos'.

not looking up still you look down at the red and black table, thinking. wondering. somehow still breathing.

"now, will you tell me what's wrong?"
the man leans on the table looking at you. you could feel his soft eyes on you.

you finally look up to see the one and only, Caspar Lee.

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just a TEASE for now, I felt bad for not writing a new part, so this is really short.

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