The Journal // luke hemmings

Ella [entry #9]

April 20, 2017:

I am dying. Not in the way I have been these past few weeks, but I am actually dying. It's getting harder to breathe, and I hate being confined to this hospital bed. It disgusts me to see the pity in every nurse's eyes, because of course a 20 year old girl dying is sad, but a 20 year old girl dying of untreated cancer is even sadder.

But this journal entry is not about me. It is about you. You, the friends I survived high school with, the friends I entered adulthood with, and Luke, the boy I met in the coffee ship that day not long ago. I'm sorry for not telling any of you about the cancer, but I thought it would better this way. I'm sure you'll all be angry at me when you find out, but please don't be. I did this with the best of intentions.

My parents have already helped me sort my finances and belongings into my will, so Luke, by the time you read this, you'll already know what I left for you. (It's this journal, if you couldn't tell). I hope you will read this and understand why I did, what I did. Thank you for being there for me when I needed it the most, and for walking up to me that day in the back corner booth of my favourite coffee shop. I couldn't ask for a better last 2 months of life.

So I guess this is good bye, but also a "see you later", because one day, you'll end up in the same place I'm going to, and we will meet again.