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.
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Soulmates
RomanceWhat if the only way to find your true soul mate was by looking at the bruises on your legs or the cuts on your arm. This is how Gabriele discovers her soul mate just because she happens to be clumsy. Insparation- http://jensendaddy.tumblr.com/