I lay in bed with the sounds of Michael and Belle talking softly in the background. I loved them both to death. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. I went outside after my shower, shirtless, of course. I hated having boobs attached to my body but I had to live with them for just a bit longer. 5 more months and top surgery day will finally arrive. I pulled out my pack of Camels and started to smoke, just letting myself go.
"YOU PUT THE CANCER STICK DOWN AND COME INSIDE AND EAT!" Belle's shouts indicated that it was time to go in. I threw the cigarette down and put it out. I walked inside and sat down. I didn't have to put on a shirt because this wasn't the first time I've done this. Michael came down and sat down next to me telling me I looked great. He was always giving compliments, so this wasn't a surprise. Belle put our plates down and went to get hers as we thanked her. "So when will you be getting the surgery ."
"In June, I still need to go to appointments to make sure everything's okay and hopefully it is, because if not, surgery won't be happening" I looked at him and he gave a quick nod. Belle sat down and we all started to eat. We soon finished and the two went off to go change for work. I went back outside and pulled out a cigarette. Belle came down first, kissed me goodbye and left. Michael did the same.
They're gone now. I went up to Michael's room and looked around for his memory box. I found it in his closet and set it on his bed. I opened the shoebox and let the dust slide off the lid. I admired everything he had in there. A picture of me, belle, and him, a empty packnof Camels, a cigarette bud, flowers I picked for him, the piece of paper that had lipstick on it and Belle's number, the list goes on and won't stop. I really loved both of them. I grabbed my phone and saw I had a call coming in. I picked up.
"Hello"
"Hello, is this Nicole"
"I don't go by that name anymore, but yes this is Ni.... cole."
"I called to tell you your mother is dead."
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stop yourself
Acakstop before you drop . . . He didn't think he'd end up like this. Heartbroken, alone, afraid, and a smoker. He didn't think it could get any better. It does...... then it all falls downhill
