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Love Don't Change - Jeremih 🎶
~ Tyga ~
"Babe?" I called out when I got into Dawn's hotel room. No answer. "Baby? Where you at?" I called out again entering the room seeing her on the bed. I sat down next to her. "Why you crying?" She nearly flew into my arms as my arms draped over her, rubbing through her long hair.
"Baby, I'm so scared." Was all she said as I felt the tears seeping through my shirt and hitting my chest.
"What's wrong? Why you crying?" I asked again, pulling her away from me to look into her face. She couldn't look at me. "Did someone do something to you?"
"No.." She said, tears streaming down her face as she looked down at the floor.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked getting upset. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on??"
"Ty, I have stage four breast cancer..." More tears. I didn't know what to say. I just sat there.
~ Dawn ~
I didn't want to tell him. But I knew I had to. I'm dying. Dying. It hurts to know, but I'm just gunna let it happen.
"When did you find this out?" Michael asked me. I looked down at my feet and spoke so low, I was surprised I could hear my own self.
"This morning." I sighed, getting up. "I don't want you to worry about me, Ty."
"I'm gunna do whatever it takes to help you, Dawn. I love you too much to let you go." I could see pain written all over his face as he stood up to face me. I couldn't even look him in his face.
"You have no choice. Without chemo I only have months to live.. The cancer spread throughout my bones." He literally just stood there looking at me, before he pulled me into the tightest hug he ever gave me in my life.
"I'm gunna help you fight this," he whispered into my hair. I felt tears wetting my face again, and hit his shirt.
"I don't want to fight it, Ty.. I don't want to fight just to end up losing." i mumbled into his chest. I'm scared. I've read about breast cancer, and I learned that it's one of the most deadly cancers out there. I'm beyond scared.
"You're not gunna lose, you're strong. Stay strong." I looked up at him, and he was crying, too. When did life get so hard?
~ Tyga ~
"Cures, cures.." I mumbled scrolling through google. Nothing. No cures for stage four breast cancer. "Shit!" I yelled throwing my phone. I'm so damn frustrated. Why the hell is this happening to me? To us?? We can never be happy. Ever.
"Are you okay?" Dawn asked walking into the room with a bottle of water. She had on sweats and a big t-shirt. I had her stay with me at my house, instead of her staying at the hotel. It's been a week since she told me she had cancer. She should've been in the hospital, to be honest but she doesn't want to go.
"Yeah, I'm fine.." I said rubbing my face.
"What's on TV?" She asked grabbing the remote to scroll through the guide. I stared at her for a good while.
"Why the hell you so calm about this?" I asked her. I was worried sick about her, and she wasn't even worried about her damn self. It was starting to get me mad because I love her so much and it hurts that she doesn't care about the outcome of her leaving me. How I'd feel if she ever did..
"About what?" She took a sip of her water. I grabbed the remote out of her hand.
"About you having cancer! It's like you don't give a damn if you die or not!" I nearly shouted, trying not to show how pissed off I was.
"What? I just rather not stress myself or anybody else out. If I go, I go. Everyone dies, Ty.." She said, taking the remote back and continuing to look through the guide.
"So you're not gunna go back to the doctor or nothing? You're just gunna sit here and let yourself die?" I finally let my anger show.
"I feel fine. I'm fine. That diagnosis was bull. I don't believe it. I'm fine. Leave me alone, okay?" I just stared back at her and put my hands up in defeat.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone." I got up from the bed and grabbed some pillows, I went to sleep on the couch. I was enveloped in my thoughts as I laid down in the dark.. Why is she in denial?
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Between The Lines (Tyga Love Story)
Fanfic"What's something you're scared of?" I asked Dawn, hand running through her hair as we were laid up in my room watching TV. "Dying." She said simply. That answer gave me chills. I wish she didn't have to be put...