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Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Haylee's POV

I saw my reflection on the mirror carefully. My blonde hair was being molded into a French braid by Nat. Her fingertips were stroking lightly my hair. She was admiring the hair, she has always had this obsession for blonde hair. Mine wasn't fully blonde, it had a couple of natural streaks of light brown, and yet Nat still loved to just stare into the fuzzy hair. After trying to re-grow my hair into my normal length-right on my chest- it still did, but it had a different texture. And I couldn't help but always getting flashbacks of chemo by barely looking at my hair- reason why it was usually pulled in a high ponytail.

"What are you planning on spending your wish on?" Nat asked, out of curiosity.

"I honestly have no idea, maybe a new treatment or something."

"Treatment, Haylee? You really gotta be kidding me." She punched my lightly in the arm.

"No I was not kidding. I want to spend the wish in something useful, something that could save me-" My solemn voice was interrupted by her.

"A fucking treatment won't save you. None of them have, and you want to waste your wish on hospital shit? No, Haylee, don't. Everyone has one life only. It will scape off everyone's grasp soon enough, and it is slowly pulling off of your grasp too. We don't know how much time you have left whether you have a minute, a day, a week, a month, or a year left. We honestly have no idea and it kills me. I want to know, so I can spend every last minute with you. But at the same time I do not want to know too, can you imagine how painful it would be that you only had a certain amount of days? We know you have days left, we only don't have the number. We don't need that number. We will make every single one of these days amazing for you, as if it was the last one. A treatment, won't make a good day happen; it will just make your day painful and solemn. So don't choose the treatment. Just think, Haylee, close your eyes and think. You know what you really want. So clique, but follow your heart not your mind." She said every word extremely clear, prolonged pauses in between many phrases as if trying to find the perfect words. Her hands were shaking tremendously, slowly releasing my braid. I turned around to look at her, she hugged me.

For a moment it all seemed to freeze. I was resting on her shaking shoulder, just listening to each other sob. We didn't mind that our sobs were extremely loud, it was meant to be that way. This was one of the times when I have ever felt the most loved. Not that I never feel loved-I know that my mom, dad, Nancy, and Nat love me- it's just that they never fully comprehend how I feel, until today. Nat was talking as if she was me; she was inclining to do the right thing, she knew she should do it, and yet she was convinced to do the "wrong" thing. Honestly, I knew this girl was smart, it was just the first time she demonstrated that quantity of wisdom- or maybe it was the first time I noticed that wisdom.

I closed my eyes, following her advice. Almost immediately the image appeared in my mind. These boys, 10 to be precise. One stood out, with a halo and it seemed as if he was emitting light, emitting happiness.

Shawn Mendes is my angel fallen from heaven. Send especially from God to make me laugh and smile through the pain. I think he should sing one last lullaby to me before I ascend to where he fell from.

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Shawn will appear on the next chapter, so yeah, everyone get their Shawn feels ready.

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