Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 13

*5 months later*

I am sitting at a diner, waiting for Paul's dad. I look down at my ring, still shiny and new. I see Jim, walking in. He comes to sit down. "Hey Julie how are you?" Him saying my name, I just realized that the only person who calls me Juliette is Paul. I love that. "Ello, I'm good." He's aged a bit in the last few years. The resemblance of Paul is astonishing. "So, I guess we're here to talk about the upcoming wedding. I just have a question. Why did you say yes to him?" Did he really just ask that? My face fills with anger, and says. "Yeah, Jim. I did say yes. Why wouldn't I?" He looks confused for a bit. What the hell is he thinking coming in here questioning my choices? "Paul didn't tell you." Oh no, did he cheat on me? Did he get kicked out of the band? "Um... I guess not, what happened?" He looks like he's about to cry. "6 months ago, Paul went to the doctors and his cancer reappeared. I think thats why he asked you to marry him, Julie. Because he wants to do everything he can befo-" "get out. Right now." I say to him. I point to the door. I'm angry at both of them, Paul for lying to me and Jim for thinking he's gonna die and that's the only reason why he wants to marry me! Who the hell does he think he is? I sit there until I see his car drive away. He came from work here early, so I guess he's going back to work.
I get out of the diner, with tears flooding my eyes. I go over to my car that I just recently got, and I drive to Paul's house. I look in my rear view mirror, and my face is all puffy and red, great. Now I look like utter shit, too. The wedding is supposed to be coming up in a month, and he hasn't told me about this?! I barge into Paul's house. Mike is there. "Paul's upstairs, with his lads, just fooling around with some chords." He says, although looking concerned. I run upstairs, and hear a bunch of voices. I walk in, and all of them are circled around the floor with notepads. "Paul, can I talk to you for a second?" I whisper, trying to hide my face from the others. He steps outside into the hallway with me, and shuts the bedroom door behind him. "Were you crying Juliette? Why?" He asks, pushing my bangs behind my ears. "Is it true?" I say to him, desperate. "Is what true?" He asks. I look at him, giving a you-know-what's-fucking-true look. "It's back, isn't it." His eyes start to water, and then he is slurring his words. He starts squinting, like hes drugged or somthing. I can't tell what he's saying, really. All I hear is "sorry... Feel... Not....... Good...... Help..." And suddenly, he collapses to the floor.