Jack and Emma go to the same high school and have despised each other as long as they can remember, but as they grow and their life takes many twists and turns, will their feelings for each other grow too?
Throughout the next two weeks, I was frequently visiting Allison and volunteering at the hospital. She was like the little sister I never had. I hadn't seen the boys since the night I told Zach, Jonah and Corbyn. They were busy with their one year anniversary thing. Logan went to Italy for a bit but he arrived last night. Basically this two weeks, my life has been revolving around the hospital. Not that I'm complaining, I love it, it brings out a side of me I never knew I had.
I thought with this illness I will continuously be depressed but it truly has turned around with the Heartbeat hospital and foundation.
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I leave my hair in its natural beach wave state and apply minimal makeup. I smile for once in the mirror, I can see the fragile shell breaking out and I can feel myself coming out again.
I go over to the living room only to be broken again. I see the boys over, of course including Jack; the only person who can make me smile and cry. I say hi to the boys and avoid him. "Logan I'm going to the hospital" I say casually causing the boys to be confused as hell. "Kay, have fun" Logan says only causing them to be confused even more.
"Wait why are you going to the hospital?" Daniel asks, concerned. I can tell Jack is worried but he doesn't show it. "I volunteer and help out down at the Heartbeat cancer hospital" I say smiling, not including the part why. "I also have a little friend down there" I say smiling and they all nod.
"Probably another boyfriend" Jack mutters. "She's 8 and she has blood cancer. Have some decency Jack" I say, repeating Daniel's words from the other night causing a heavy silence to fall as I leave.
I drive to the hospital and exit, excited to see Alli. I got her a set of colouring pencils and a drawing pad as a little gift and walked to her room with a smile. I entered only to see the room vacant of Alli, instead there were a couple people with briefcases and several doctors scattered across the room.
"Name please?" One of the stern men with a briefcase asked. "Emma Baker" I managed to let out, staring at the vacant bed. "Where's Alli?" I asked concerned.
"Miss Baker...I'm sorry but, Allison Mathias passed away last night" he informed me, his words rang in my ear repeatedly. I shook my head, "No. No no no. She's here. She's always here, in bed, waiting for me, with her sketch pad and limited amount of colouring pencils, with a smile across her face, she can't be gone" I say, tears threatening to spill.
"I'm sorry. However, she did leave this for you, she had saved it and asked her father to give it to you when she left" he informed me, reaching into his briefcase and grabbing a colourfully painted file filled with papers. My heart broke. She knew she would leave soon, she didn't tell me, she wanted me to be happy.
I opened the file and covered my mouth in awe, a tear rolling down my cheek. It was a file of all the pictures we drew together and behind them all she left a colourfully illustrated letter.
Dear Emma,
So it turns out, I couldn't kick cancers butt. It got the best of me this time. But it doesn't matter anymore, the truth is, I won. Because I didn't let it ever get me down, I didn't let it stop me from dreaming the wildest of dreams. And Em, you shouldn't either. I know you can do it, but even if you can't, stay happy and keep everyone you love close to you.
I hope you keep these drawings close to you, thank you for all the good memories, for making me happy in my last few days, for pushing me to dream those wildest dreams.
Love you lots Emma. Keep fighting warrior.
-Alli❤
I put the letter to my chest, trying to contain the tears. "You're so brave Alli, braver then I will ever be" I whisper to myself with a small smile. I receive a call from Alli's Dad, thanking me and asking me to come and say my last words to her.
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I look at the gravestone, her name engraved.
I lay down the sketch pad and colouring pencils, "Draw in paradise angel" I whisper, wiping the once again fallen tear and I feel familiar arms wrap around me. Logan. I turn around in his arms and sob in the crook of his neck.
"It's okay" he says, soothing me. The only ever time I've felt like this was when I lost my parents. Like something was pushing down on my chest, an unremovable weight suffocating you, everything closing in on you. Then, something clicks,
"Is this how you guys are gonna feel when I leave?"
