Twenty Five

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Joe

'Caspar I'm so so sorry, I love you' I say as I run up to him, kissing him repeatedly over his face.

'It's okay.. I guess I can't just expect you to be happy with my decision. This effects everything. My career, the fans, my family, ...you.' he sighs.

'Let's not think about that now. Let's save that until the time is right to think about it. But anyways, Hailey is outside waiting to see you, is that okay?' I ask.

'Of course!' He smiles.

'Hails, You can come in now!'

She walks through the door with a bunch of flowers, that she must have picked up from the shop at the reception, and a big smile on her face.

'Hey Casp, how are you?' She asks as she kisses his cheek.

'Aside from the disease eating me away? I've never been more alive' he chuckles.

Already cracking out the cancer jokes. You'd think since he's in this much pain he'd be quiet. But nope, he Still has his humour.

°°°

I sat there for a while, just watching the two of them joking around, and thinking back to when we were on tour. How much fun we had. But all that while Caspar must have been in agony, but he still went through with it. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't have gotten with Hailey, would he have told me? I'll probably never know that answer, but I'd like to think that he would have been stubborn either way. I'd wished I'd seen the symptoms earlier, and I'd wished there could have been some possible way I may have saved Caspar; but that's just not the truth. The truth is at the end of this story Caspar will die, and it's inevitable otherwise. I wish it could have been me.

I began to drive home that night with an empty heart. No feeling, no thoughts. Only 'keep on driving'.



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