Kalopsia // Fillie

Chapter t w o

 ♥two ♥

ღi just wanna know you betterღ

"You see, my type of cancer doesn't get better. The doctors have given me about two years to live.."

He trails off, a pained look flashing across his face.

"I..I'm so sorry-"

"Please, don't pity me," he pleads, cutting me off. "Just, just talk to me. Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I like music and writing..um, oh! Ever since I was younger I've had an obsession with Paris."

"You like to write?"

"Yeah," I admit bashfully. "It's not that good though."

"If it's anything like you, I'm sure it's lovely. What's your story about?"

Pausing, I notice I've managed to subconsciously get my hands completely tangled up in my sheets, which is strange, because I've never been one to fidget.

"Well, it's about this girl whose boyfriend commits suicide-"

Finn's eyes grow wide while he lets out a light scoff.

"Oh, that's totally not depressing."

His sarcasm gets to me and I choke on my words, fighting to continue through my laughter.

"That's not alllll, he leaves her these notes and Polaroids at all their old favorite places, it's like one last adventure between them..I just haven't decided on an ending yet."

Finn adjusts his nose tube then crosses his arms and legs, one of his feet sticking out from under his blanket.

"I'd love to read it someday."

"Maybe," I tease, drawing out the 'ay'.

I wish I could turn onto my side, my neck's getting pretty sore from straining it. Almost like he read my thoughts, Finn remarks: "you don't have to look at me while we talk, it's okay. Plus, I'm not the prettiest sight at the moment."

Nodding, I wince a bit and look up at the ceiling, cracked and tanned with dust. Finn remains silent, letting a few minutes pass, and I'm beginning to think he's fallen asleep.

"Why Paris?" He asks, the suddenness causing me to jump as much as my cast allows.

"I dunno, it's always seemed to incredible and magnificent, full of beauty and wonder. The real question is why not Paris."

He mumbles something to himself and I hear the shuffling of him moving around.

"Alright Millie, it seems like we're both tired, so I'll ask you ten of the easiest questions EVER and we can both call it a night with my curiosity fed and you having a new friend, kapishe?"

I feel the corners of my mouth turn up as I fold my hands over my stomach.

"Alrighty, shoot."

"One: Favorite color?"

"Pink for sure."

"Two: animal?"

"Puppies, I use to have three."

"Three: flower?"

"Roses, always loved 'em."

"Oo, me too."

"Four: song?"

"I Dare You by The XX."

He snickers momentarily.

"What?"

"Nothing," he answers, but I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Okay okay, five: book?"

"All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven."

"Man Millie are you depressing!"

"Shut up Finn."

"Six: movie?"

"Godzilla absolutely."

"Seven: season?"

"Spring."

"Eight: TV show?"

"Criminal Minds is splendid, so ya, Criminal Minds."

"Nine: night or day?"

"I prefer the in between, the twilight, the dusk."

"Someone's awfully mysterious and deep."

Deep? That's different. I've never considered myself deep.

"Lastly, ten: memory?"

I gulp. Do I even have a favorite memory? I don't remember much from my childhood.

"Huh....my fifth birthday perhaps, it was just a time when...everyone seemed happy in my life."

As soon as the words float past my lips, the mood changes in our tiny room.

"Goodnight Finn,"

"Good night Millie...."

He says something else, but I'm already drifting off to sleep. 

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~K