I count down... I'm almost certain I know how much longer I have left.
This isn't living.
This is just... Horrible.
I stir.
'Who is there?' I ask, blinking. My eyesight feels as if its going...
'Its me,' a soft voice replies.
I smile as I focus on the darkened face of my lover, wearing all black.
'Geez, what's with all the dark colours? Who died?' I ask, jokingly.
Laughter. That's all I want to hear; my lover's happy voice.
'Its okay...' they respond gently, 'I'm sure you'll get through this.'
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Cancer
Short StoryA quick thing I wrote because MCR was stuck in my head. Separated into at most, page-long chapters because why not.
