Christie's POV:
"If there's one thing I know from living in a basement with 20 other girls, it's when to spot when someone is hiding their feelings. Now, what is it?" I ask waching him think a bit.
His eyes fill up with tears.
"I'm sick, and I wanted to do one good thing before I got too bad, so, I saved you from that place."
"What kind of sick?"
"I have cancer. And they caught it too late to take it out so they want to do chemo treatments next month. I just want someone to love me through this so I don't have to die alone where no one will find me for days. I want someone to hold my hand through it and tell me I'm going to make it. I want you to love me through it." He said, letting a few tears escape.
I wiped them away.
"No matter what, I will always love you through this, Mark. Always. You've given me something I haven't had since I was 12. So I'm going to do the same for you. And you will make it through this. You are strong, independent, and iron-willed that the chemo will work. And I can promise you that." I said hugging him.
He nodded and held me. I rested my head against his chest and smiled.
"I love you Christie."
"I love you, too, mark."
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In A World Like This
General FictionHave you ever felt like life couldn't get any worse? Like you were at the bottom of the pit, just lying there, waiting to die. Life had thrown everything at you, engulfed you in complete darkness, held you under water but still allowing you to breat...
