She Became The Inevitable

Chapter Two

ELLE

"READY FOR WHAT?" He asks, biting his lip. His cheeks burn the color of peppers as I lie down, crossing my fingers together. He already knows what would happened. But I don't blame him. Things like my disease is too hard to cope with.

I put my shouldered-cut hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands of my hair out. I rise up from my bed approaching the window side, leaning against the peeling paint of the walls.
I run my fingers through the ragged, floral curtains realizing that time is passing quickly.

Too quickly for me to understand the outcome. Just like death itself, you can't predict the unknown, but you can live up to its fullest expectations.
Someday, that same thing will happen to me. Any day, minute -- or even second -- can happen.

You'll just never know. I turn to my oxygen tank; it's still whirring. And fortunately, I'm still living. I chuckled from the words that just came out, and turned to check on Dylan.

He let out a soft sigh you could barely hear, but it was a sigh in which he knew the truth. And although it hurts, he still doesn't want to let it go. I can still see it in his hazelnut eyes.

The sun was slowly setting down, and the moon would be able to take the place for tonight. The last place I would ever want to be is in a closed park, laying down on the swift glass with him. It would be nice to cherish these moments, because these are things you don't want to forget.

"Come on, let's go," I assure, grabbing my oxygen tank and heading out the door. He intersects his fingers with mine, and we were heading our way out.

• • •

We entered outside to feel the glowing moon penetrating our skin. Dragging my oxygen tank around me, I watched Dylan cautiously. I knew today wasn't a good day to mention our future, so I would wait until the time is right.

When we reached the park, I pointed to the old oak tree around the swings and the slides. Dylan brought the same plaid blanket he used eight years ago, and gently placed on the grass. He sits with his legs crossed and offers me a hand. I sat down softly, and scooted closer to him, finally resting my head on his shoulders.

I sucked in a breath, and watched the way how the stars shined so confidently in the skies. "That's where I want to be," I declared, implanting a smile on my face. "Soon," he replies, patting my hands.

I watched as the crisp air flows through his short hair. The hues of the blue tips compliments the midnight sky, so he looked perfect to me, and nothing can compare it to the stars in the sky.

• • •

DYLAN

SHE CONTINUED TO gaze at the twinkling stars while I thought about us. Elle lying on my shoulder made me wonder how would I cope with her being gone. What would happen a few days? Weeks? Months? Or even years? What would happen to us when she's gone?

If death didn't exist, I would be glad to spend all eternity with her because that's all we've done for the past sixteen years. She has my back and I have hers.

I leaned back against the tree while she rested on my lap. She is what I call home.

We were sitting under the stars like we've done in the past. But this is different. Back then, we were young. We were still learning about the world and were being glad we had each other.

But everyday, I'm scared that I'm going to lose her.

Who would be there when I need a friend like her? Who would be there when I need her shoulder to cry on? Who would be willing to let me be that overprotective friend? Who would be that Elle?

Who could replace her?