He didn't even know her name, yet he felt sorry for her― for the pain that she was going to live through would surely put a damage on her soul. It was the same thing that put a damage on his soul. This disease, love had its aim on every human. It hit him with a spade tipped arrow straight through the heart. Now he would have to watch as her target grew bigger and bigger. One day, she would be hit too.
He remembered the sensation to be surreal. Because when he felt it pierce his heart, of course he should be scared. Even though it was a good pain, it felt too chemical. The spade tip fused to his heart and became a part of him.
Everyone always talks about how love is the purest feeling, like waves crashing on a sandy beach or the moment when your favorite band walks onstage. This adrenaline pumping, blood rushing through your ears kind of love. He expected good things. He believed that he was feeling that heart racing love. Because you grow up hearing all about it. What he didn't know was that the arrow was lined in cancer. He fell for a cancerous girl with his own cancerous heart. The love was headed for tragedy and smelled of bleach and florescent lights.
Eventually it reached tragedy. The bleach stung his eyes and nose, the fluorescent lights pulsated. The arrow was ripped from his chest at the flatline. His cancerous love and his cancerous girl left.
He stared across the waiting room at the girl again. He wanted to say something, to rip apart the target on her chest and scream at her to run away. But he knew that's not how things worked. And her heart would be pierced with a spade tipped arrow and her soul would be damaged as the cancerous love worked its way through her veins.
He could do nothing to stop the pain and chemicals.
