Her New Chapter. Him

Jane.

I was dying. I just found out that I had terminal cancer. And, I realized something. My life isn't too different than some of my books. My life is my story. I got to write the chapters. Now, I was stuck. Where do I go next? Hmm. Whenever I get writer's block I always start a new chapter. Maybe, it's time to start a new chapter of my life...

I walk outside. It's a brand new day. I smell the flowers outside the doctor's office, and smile. I just found out some big news, but I'd rather enjoy life than mope around like some dead fish out of water. My mind races about all of the things I still have left to do with my life. I could go skydiving, or whale watching. Maybe, even find my true love. Before, I never really thought I had time to find true love. Now, I really want to do everything I couldn't before. I want to go to Paris, and look over the edge. My love will have me in his arms, and for the first time ever; I'll feel free.

I don't have a car. So, I walk home as usual. My house isn't that far away from really anywhere I need to go. So, it works out. If I ever need to go somewhere; I just ask my best-friend, and co-worker Sarah. Sarah is so beautiful. She has brown hair, and blue eyes. Today though; I just walk home, and feel the wind rush through my hair. And for a moment I feel peaceful.

Bam! I get run into. I spill the coffee I just got all over myself. "I'm so sorry ma'am!" He says to me. "Ugh, what am I going to do-" I start to snap, but I look up, and see his eyes. Him, his hair. Omg. "No, no. My fault" I say, because even though it kind of was his fault; I didn't want him to ever take the blame for anything. "I should've been paying attention to where I was going." I say quietly. "Well, it's still my fault. Let me buy you a new coffee." He smiles, and I'm lost in his eyes.

He walks me to the coffee stand, and buys me a double-triple caramel latte. I thank him, and he asks me to go out with him sometime. "Sure, but-" he cuts me off. "I'll take the sure, no buts about it.' "Okay," I smile. I give him my number. I wanted to tell him that I can't really date, because I have issues. You see with the terminal cancer, the shortest time I'm left on this earth according to the doctor's will be in a couple of months. The longest; well no one knows how long the longest could be. If the cancer spread's; months. If it stops spreading for a while; maybe a couple of years. I just wish he had let me tell him.