Dear journal
I've never been more conflicted than now. Ash told me she knew about my self harm. We both started crying. I told her I didn't want her to go. She said death is painful for everyone but the person dying. I told her to kiss me so the pain fades. We kissed. Her faded,chapped lips felt cold against my warm ones. The kiss was sweet with a little passion and a lot of love. Turns out we were both in love just too conflicted to say it. Now I don't know how to feel. I'm relieved I finally let her know, I'm sad that she's leaving me, but I'm also happy that she will find peace. I knew falling for Ash would be a suicide mission. That her heart would give out and her brain would never accept love. But I went in anyway falling hard for the girl in my dreams every night. She takes the word dreamer to a whole new level. She not only dreams but is in my dreams. I can't believe she allowed herself to kiss me. I guess she knew she was at the end. Kiss. A word I never thought I'd say in the same sentence as The word Ash.
-Luke
Dear diary
I kissed Luke. His lips were soft and warm. The feeling of being alive came back to my body. I guess being in a bed all day takes away that feeling. His smile hasn't fell not once today. He's happy again and filling with hope. I'm filling with my own kind of hope as well. The hold that soon I will be happy again and not just for temporary.
-Ash
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I'm a Dreamer
RomanceCancer. A word no one wants to hear. For Ash it's what is killing her. For Rose it's what is defining her. For Luke it's what is motivating him. For Chloe it's what she is watching. For the four of them it's what brought them together.
