I had fallen asleep and had completely given up on finding the painting. I had no idea where he had put it. When I woke up the next morning, I saw a piece of paper fold right next to me. Why would he give me the painting? There was a note that was attached to the folded paper. It read: I know that you want to see the painting, so I'm going to trust your word on my plans tonight and that you won't bail out on me.
I moved the note to the side as I slowly unfolded the painting. It was a heart, a torn heart. The heart had stitches trying to put the two half's together. One half had my name and the other half had his. The bottom of the painting said: 'If we work together, we just might live longer.' I cried, I cried my heart out. Why is he so nice to me? I had just met him a few days ago. I'm really the only one he has. I hadn't seen anybody visit him. And it kills me inside, which is why he thinks we should be friends.
So we can live longer.
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Falling With You
Storie d'amoreThis is a story about a girl the age of fourteen, who ends up in the hospital with cancer. She meets a boy with the same condition. She hopes to find her way through tough times and radiation therapy.
