Life is rough. It's even harder when you have cancer. Everyone has a countdown till their final day of life but mine seemed to move quicker. Due to the chemo, I was never the pretty friend. All the guys flirted with Kaylee, not her bald, dying friend.
And I understood.
I wouldn't want someone to date me out of pity. I was lonely, not desperate and Kaylee deserved someone other than me around. I had cancer, but it wasn't like I didn't have a family back home. But she didn't. I was her only family.
Me and Noah.
Then I started dating Dylan and everything seemed perfect. He loved me. I loved him but it somehow wasn't enough. Once Kaylee found out she was pregnant, I realized that I wanted that life.
But Dylan wasn't ready.
So I went after the next best thing. Noah.
I didn't even guilty at first. If we didn't get caught then we would be okay. When we all moved into Kaylee's childhood home, Noah felt neglected. Kaylee was wrapped up in trying to figure out the next step from here. I made the proposition and he was weak.
It was a month before we was caught.
The look on Kaylee's face made me regret it instantly. For a second time in her life, she lost her family and I was the cause. Her mother and I were in the same boat.
Noah and I moved out, which was expected. We stayed at me and Kaylee's previous house. As the weeks grew, Noah ignored my existence and I began to get sick. I knew something wasn't right.
My doctor said I would be lucky to be alive six weeks from now. I wasn't shocked. When you've been sick for most of your life, you get comfortable with the thought of dying. But there was a change. I didn't want to die alone. I didn't want to die with my best friend hating me.
So when I went to Kaylee's house. I tried to call Noah but he didn't answer. I knew he was over there. He goes over there to escape me. Ever since my life had an official expiration date, I became needy. It's not like I told anyone about the news so he didn't have any reason to be bothered with me.
I reached her door and knocked.
Whether she forgives me or not, the ending is still the same.
I end up in the ground.
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