True love is forever

Chapter ~ 26

"Sometimes there's nothing you can do. Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with."  

― Tamora Pierce, Briar's Book

- Fraya -

I sat down in front of Harry, his face slowly changing before my eyes. Confused to frightened to cold as rock. He was angry.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" He spat standing up so he was towering over me.

I was an emotional wreck but I tried to keep my cool.

"Why would I lie?" I asked "I came here to tell you because she's not the same without you"

Harry crossed the kitchen and then came back to the table. He slammed his hands onto the table.

"It's not possible" he growled "How come she still has her hair and how did she keep it from me I mean she would've been sick and -"

Realization struck clearly and his hands moved from the table to his mouth.

"No" he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

"She wanted to tell you" I explained "she really did, but she was afraid you might treat her differently and since she's given up her treatment she hasn't been vomiting or -"

I stopped at the sight of Harry's eyes widen. He didn't know she had stopped treatment, he didn't know she was dying.

"Gave up treatment?" He repeated, not believing it for a second "but that would mean she's dying Fraya and Viviana isn't dying, she's fine isn't she? She's fine..."

His voice was barely audible. Tears trickled down his face, landing I drops on his white T-shirt.

I held mine in, I'd had plenty of time to cry.

For several minutes Harry sat beside me, crying so hard he had gotten to the point where he was hiccuping. His t-shirt was soaked from where he'd rubbed his runny nose and tears and his was shaking uncontrollably.

I was useless, sitting there patting his back as he tried to take in the fact that the woman he'd loved these last few months was no more than a dead man walking.

I didn't say anything though I desperately wanted to. I just sat there and empathized because at one point, I was in the same position as him. I knew exactly how he felt.

*flashback*

I almost sprinted out of the school. We had been given yet another lecture on choosing universities and I was ready to vomit information on them. Turns out I couldn't care less about SATS and I was destined to be a stripped. Fortunately for Viv she had missed them all. Lucky cow.

The walk from school to my house was short. It was sunnier than usual for early May and I was making the most of it.

I took off my school jumper and threw it in my bag, humming along to my favorite Fall Out Boy song.

I decided that today was a day for ice cream and texted Viv to see if she wanted to go around to Dolly's, the sweet shop/ice cream parlor around the corner.

She didn't text back for a good twenty minutes, already a sign that something was up and then her message was short and straight, no kisses or even smiley faces.

I wondered why she wanted to come over anyway, she nearly always makes me call over to her.

One thing I loved about my house was the blue door, it was such a bright color and welcomed me like the smell of brownies. A pleasure to see on a fine day.

Mum wasn't home when I got in and Dad's cycling clothes were still neatly folded on the top of our clothes dryer.

I changed into something more casual and threw on an episode of Scrubs, passing the time until Viv arrived.