«Shay Point of View»
After learning everything there was to know about Rouge, I knew exactly what to write for my song. She needs to know someone cares. I would lift her up, because I knew I could.
I opened my door, revealing my brother and his friend playing whatever the latest video game was. I ran up the stairs to my room, and immediately grabbed my guitar. I couldn’t lose this idea.
I run to my desk, grabbing two sheets of blank sheet music. I grasp my guitar by the neck, holding it close to my chest, plucking just the right strings. I write down the notes, and allow my fingers to play what they felt.
Two hours later, I had the beginnings of my song. Rouge was going to freak.
«Emma Point of View»
I was officially the worst mom ever. I had been lying to my daughter for weeks, telling her that I was getting better, when the reality was, I’m only getting worse.
Dr. Milone, my doctor, explained that in my genetics, I had a disorder which caused my blood cells to fight off the chemo treatments. Radiation had very little effect, because my tumor is still huge and stronger than ever.
I had just finished my seventh chemo treatment, and was waiting for Dr. Milone to return with news of what to do next.
“Hello, Emma,” I hear a voice from the door say. I perk up, swimming out of my thoughts, and wait for what she has to say. “I’m afraid it’s bad, Emma. Your tumor is so large, it’s taking over not only your stomach, but your intestines. Your abdomen is one big tumor. You will die, Emma.”
This all hit me like tsunami. “Is there anything we can do?”
“Well, there is one thing, but you’d never be able to afford it. You don’t have health insurance.”
“Just tell me the number, Lindsay,” I plead my doctor, desperate to survive. Rouge needs me.
“It’s ₤64,705 in total for the surgery, Emma.”
“Well I’m already ₤34,843 in, so bring it!”
“Emma, where are you going to get this money?”
“I don’t know, but trust me; I will find a way,” I reply, slinging my purse over my shoulder, and going out the door. Dr. Milone follows me, and says, “Well then when’s the best time for you?”
“As soon as possible.”
“Is November 29th okay for you?”
“Sure,” I leave, stepping into my car. All I could think about was getting through this. For Rouge.
«Rouge Point of View»
The next week consisted of Shay and I spending every second possible together. I was no longer trying to shut him out of my life, because he was already in. Might as well embrace it.
The way he was always laughing, always helping, always doing the best thing possible, it was just amazing. He has affected me in such a way, I can’t imagine life without him. I can feel myself developing feelings for him day by day. Too bad he’d never feel the same.
«Shay Point of View»
For the week after Rouge had confessed everything to me, I kept building my song. Piece by piece, the song began to take shape. I found myself pouring everything into this song, and I knew it would be amazing.
The entire week consisted of me trying to be with Rouge as much as I could. We had become some of the most amazing friends imaginable. I found myself growing closer and closer to Rouge, and she was now a large portion of my life. I knew I was falling for her; I also knew she wouldn’t ever feel the same way.
