We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Promise?

"You are so handsome," she said as he started to walk away. Her illness made her blind to her speech. She didn't mean to say out loud but she did.
"And you are beyond beauty," he replied. Shocked, she questioned his honesty.
"You promise?" He walked towards her and kneeled down next to her.
"No."
She looked at him. Accepting the fact that she was pretty but maybe just not pretty enough. That she was good. But just not good enough. He placed his hand on her cheek. His fingers slightly grazing her neck.
Then he finished, "it's a fact. You don't make promises on facts. Only opinions."
Then she kissed him. Not out of desperation or want. But out of appreciation. For his honesty and his want for her. All she desired for since the day of her diagnosis was to be wanted.