My Last Day Standing

Chapter 7

We did not take his car as it would have been absurd. Though he did not offer anyway.

He provided me his arm and he helped me pick myself from the ground, I didn't have an oxygen tank (or not yet anyway) and in this moment i was thankful. I had no wires to change or medicine to take but as he did not know me, he asked anyway "Do you need to call you're mum, tell her where you are" he pause and gasped for words "Do you need to take any medication! I really don't what you to die while you're picking out you're ice cream" I laughed and surprisingly he joint me in our laughter. "I'm fine, but thanks for asking" my cheeks flushed with warmth.

We had started walking, and as much as a romatic as i was i would of liked to think of us as walking into the sunset but just to kill my buzz, the rain had started but it was light and because of how mild the  day was it didn't bother us. The drizzle fell and hit his bare arms as he shrugged of his brown pterodactyl lethar jacket and smoothly placed it over my shoulders "You didn't have to" i began after he finished

"You know most people would say thank you and yes i had to" His smile grew cocky. 

"Thank-you" I said almost playfully and he took my arm and moulded it round his bysep, where it had been moments ago. The ground soaked up moister and puddled formed as the rain grew heavier and heavier, untill it became terential. He pulled me along and we took shelter under towering pine tree. I looked from it's stump, my eyes scanning up untill i saw pine cones hang from branch with green leaves surrounding. We both stood with our backs pressed to the trunk. Beads of water ran from my fore head and dripped off my chin, our clothes were drenched and my hair stuck to my face and arms. He extended his neck away from me and shook it out like a wet dog and then brushed it back with his hand, after he'd looked me up and down, I gathered my hair and squeezed it at it's ends and ran my fringers through. I bent my knees and i slid to the bottom of the trunk where i sat with my arms wrapped round my legs, trying to restore my body heat. We sat in eery silence for a minute or so until he came out with "Sometimes i wonder what purpose life provides us" He looked nervous " What i really mean is that the only certain thing we know of is death, and theres no question about it. More that half of my life i've wonder, that i have so little time to do every ludicrous and thrilling thing in the world, like when i was four i wanted to be a king, or when i was ten i wanted to be an astronaut, but now i don't know what i want......... It feels like a count down, like i have to know what i want because i don't know how much time i have to acomplish it or more importantly how long it will last and now it feels  that i've lose all hope that i will every forfill my purpose. Sometimes doing the right thing is hard but yet i don't want life to be easy either. What do you think?" I didn't want to seem rude but where in hell did all that come from, this was a full on conversation not just small talk. His eyes where glistening from the patches of light that shone through the leaves, he waited patiently with his head sat in his hands. "I think that everything is set out for us like a map and we with follow our rout until we find our destination. Sometimes the thinks we want most in life are the things that we wait the longest for. You just have to cherish the time you have. Sometimes you find the right thing and the easy thing are never the same" My eyes filled with tear, how did i get so indepth with this.

As much as i wanted to put it behind me i could drop the feeling that in some way he was right, that life is short and we have to spent each moment like it's our last. For some thats easier said than done.

"Why did you ask me that??" I said as my temper rose to the surface. He looked confused.

"You know that i'm dying" I spoke harshly "So why ask me a question about that" I stood up out of frustration. The rain was still pounding off the ground but i didn't care and also didn't want his pittifull face telling me he was once again sorry. so I walked back from when we came from but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to face him but as much as i tried not to, i had to look at him. "I didn't mean it like that!" He said almost as harshly as i had done

"Hey!" i gritted my teeth "You don't get to be mad at me, i did nothing. But you on the other hand what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't" He replied "Thats the problem"

"So what i'm just supposed to forgive you"

"No" He almost whispered "But your supposed to undersand"

I was about to say something but decided against it and filckered my eyes to say fine.

"I forget that you're......ill"

I flinched

"But we've only just met" He reminded me "And I have to get to know you, and to me deep personal question always seemed to let me peer into someones head and help learn know there mind works"

"Oh" was all i could reply with.

He was different, Like knowone i'd ever crossed paths with before. He was mysterious and unpredictable but i could't help the feeling that i was missing something............ oh yeah, that he was like a total sex god.

I think it should be elegal to be that god damm beautiful.