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Luke And Mia~ A Story Of Undying Love

We knew our love wouldn't last. We knew that one day we would both die and never see each other again. We met at Rachel's Hosptial For Children, though both of us aren't children. We are teenagers that just want to survive. Rachel's Hosptial is only keeping our blood running in our heart pumping, but not actually doing anything to help us. They aren't helping us at all. They only worsen Mia's ADHD and her depression. It worsens my anxiety to be here. We both have Leukemia, though Mia's has it a lot worse than me. Since she got here they found out her lungs are weak and that she is going to die. They just don't know when, of course. They said it could take years, months, days, for her to finally past, but it's been three months since she has got here and she is still going strong. The first time I met her she was being wheeled down the hallway by a nurse. She was ranting about Norse Mythology while the nurse just nodded her head so she seemed as if she was listening. Mia is obsessed with Norse Mythology, reading, writing, and music. Every time she would start to rant, she would rant with passion, her eyes practically glowing with every word she says. She is the most passionate person I have ever met, but as fate may have it, we are both dying. She is in her room, hooked up to a billion machines right now. Each and every single one of the machines trying to preserve her life for one more moment. The hospital told me her lungs were starting to falter. I knew what that meant, I knew I would never get to see her again. To think she was so vibrant and amazing when I met her, now condensed to IV's to help her survive. They won't let me into see her, which is bull crap. Only her family is allowed in, only her family is allowed to see her in her last moments. I wanted to see her and be with her but the hospital knows we are friends, and won't even let me into her wing of the hospital. Right now my family is talking to me about what I want to use my wish on. My wish that an organization will make true so I can have happiness before I die. The doctors know I don't have much more time so they treat me all so kindly. I don't care about my wish right now, all I care about is Mia. My family won't stop talking about fun vacations we could go on together. They know about Mia and how she is dying. They know I want to see her and yet they ask me what I want to spend my wish on. My younger sister, Marnia, won't stop enthusing about Disney World and how we should go here. My mother and father are talking about doing a luxury get-a-way at a secluded island in the Atlantic. I wanted to use my wish to see Mia. I was supposed to write down my wish tonight and give it to one of the nurses. They would then arrange everything, whether you wanted to go to Disney or an island, they could do it all. I had my paper in front of me, full of extravagant things I could wish for. All I wanted was to see Mia. I just wanted to see her, today, to hold her hand and talk to her. I wanted to be one of the last people she sees because she means too much to me. All I need to do now is tell them, to tell my parents I rather see Mia then any cash grab amusement park. 

"Mom, Dad, Marnia, please stop talking about your dream vacations," I say briskly, "I know what I want to do".

My mother smiles at me, "What is it dear?"                               

"I want to see Mia before she dies," I say with a croak in the voice.

I really didn't want her to die but it was inevitable. Everyone in this ward knows we will die here, its the sad truth. A tear slid down my cheek, the only one I would let out. I didn't like crying in front of people, it made me feel weak and helpless. Just then a nurse walked into the room with a dismal face.

"I need to talk to your son alone please," She says and my family walks out of the room.

This was my normal nurse, Mrs. Yana, who was in charge of checking up on everyone in this ward. She's probably here to ask me about what I want for my wish. 

"For my wish, I want to see Mia before she dies," I say quickly without much thought.

Mrs. Yana doesn't meet my eyes but instead gives a sympathetic look to the floor, "I am sorry to say she has already passed". 

I pass out from shock, and when I wake up, it's as if my world was thrown into a dark abyss of sorry's and dark clothing.