Soulmates

Dead

Monday morning. That means chemistry, with Dan. I walk into class and sit in my seat. He's not here yet but he's always late on a Monday. He hates waking up in general but hates Mondays the most. 

The bell went and the teacher took the register but he still wasn't here. This wasn't like him. I assumed he must just have a cold or something but I didn't so he couldn't. I thought it might be a family thing. Maybe Pip, his dog, had died or his Gran had gone into hospital. Whatever it was I just hoped he was okay. But when I got pulled out of maths, second period, I knew something was up.

I rushed down to the reception to see him sat with his dad. His dad was in tears. He had always seemed so strong, not the sort of person who cries. I knew then that something was seriously wrong. Dan's dad said he would give us time to talk. As he left I heard him start to sob violently. I asked Dan if his dad was alright but he just ignored me. He motioned for me to sit with him and I did. After sitting for a moment I put my hand on his and asked what was wrong.  He turned to me, still looking at the floor and muttered,

"I have cancer. I have cancer in my lungs and I'm going to die."

I broke down on tears and asked him all the hows and whys. He just shook his head. I could see him getting more and more angry by the second. He stood up and began shouting at me.

"Don't you get it Gabriele. You're so stupid sometimes." 

I just looked at him, completely confused by what he was saying.

"Gabriele, you're my soul mate. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TOO."

That's when it hit me. Even though I didn't have any cancer in my lungs I would suffer the effects of cancer and inevitably, I would die. I would die of cancer that I didn't even have. I began sobbing, almost as much as his dad had been.

"Fucks sake! This is so shit. Why do we both have to die. I hate this."

I realized I was screaming but I didn't care. I would tell the world if I had to. I was just so mad. Dan pulled me into a tight hug and sat me on his lap. I could feel his shirt getting wet under my head but I knew neither of us cared. There was no point caring for anything anymore. We were already dead.