"It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks." -Terrible Things by Mayday Parade
As he broke the news, it was as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't believe it.
"No, no, no. Please, no!" she sobbed, collapsing into his arms, "Don't leave me please, I love you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you too. The doctors believe I only have two weeks left," he murmured into her hair as they held each other.
Her sobs and constant mumbles of "no" echoed in the night. All their memories together, how they fell in love, flashed through her mind and her cries grew stronger. Finally she was quiet, burying her head in his chest, silent tears streaming down her face. She clung to her rock, unwilling to let go, as she fell asleep with him for one of the last times.
He kissed her forehead, the bags under his eyes and the pale, sallowness of his skin more apparent in the moonlight. "I'll love you for infinity."
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Anything and Everything
Teen FictionA collection of unrelated one shots inspired by song lyrics and quotes about anything and everything. :)
