There's a bed besides mine, but there's a curtain in between. From what I can hear he also has cancer stage four. When neither of our family is visiting, we talk. His voice kind of sounds familiar, but I can't put a face or name to it. He has a higher chance of surviving than me, he doesn't know that though and he may never. He helps you know? I'm just a girl on the other side of a curtain, dying, but yet he makes me laugh and smile and forget about what's going on. My mind still traces back to the cute boy. I wonder if he'd ever make me laugh like this, make me forget, feel wanted. I wish he'd come and visit me, but we don't even know each other so why would he.
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Chance
RomanceA girl is told that she has cancer and not a good chance to beat it. On her way to start treatment she crossed paths with someone who'd change her life forever.
