Disclaimer: The writer is not a licensed doctor nor studying anything about surgeries and medicine. All of the ideas about the said illness is from their imagination and thoughts only.
After two years..
calum hood.
"It's been two years, babe." I looked down at her tomb.
Clarice fought luekemia. She had only months to live. She never made it. But, she tried. She was strong until the end.
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"What do you think?" I told her. I was making calligraphy words in her room.
She nodded, smiling her heart out. "It's beautiful." Clarice mouthed.
It's been two months since she went out of the hospital. The tank beside her bed is scaring me, even the continuous beeps of the machine I don't know what is called. I just held her hand and looked through her eyes.
"Are you hungry?" I chirped. She just smiled, looking outside with a cheerful smile on her eyes. It has been hard for her to speak, since the doctor advised her to just stay in bed and not do anything that can trigger her lungs and organs to be moved.
I messed up. Everything in the past were all messed up because of me. I made mistakes, tried to fix them but failed. I was wrong all along. I wish I could turn back time and do everything again.. but this time at the right place and right time.
"I'm tired.." Clarice blurted.
"W-what? What's wrong, my love?"
"I just want to sleep and take a good rest, baby." She held my hand really tight this time. "I miss your smile. Can you smile for me?"
With tears rimming in my eyes, I smiled widely. Kissing her head, especially her hands.
"That's my Calum.. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you. Remember that, okay?" She closed her eyes.
And the continuous sound of the siren started ringing in my head.
Like it was all planned to happen in the first place.
The end.
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