Monday
23rd of Nov.
Dear You,
Some of the symptoms with my sickness are surfacing which just tells me that I'm indeed sick. The fatigue I'm always experiencing, chills and excessive sweating at night, the bruising and the nosebleeds.
Today at school, as usual, I have my energy boost when I saw you from afar in the locker rooms. Yours was down the hallway from mine. I sighed inwardly and raced myself to my classes.
Indeed, after my chemo session last Saturday I felt drained and very exhausted. I just hope that after several treatments there will be an improvement in my health.
During PE, as I'm in my gym clothes, I didn't notice that I have a bruise in my upper right arm that I didn't say when I observe myself in the mirror. It was peaking from my shirt sleeve and You of all people noticed it as we've collided just outside the girls' locker room.
"Griffin, is that a bruise? What happened?" You looked concerned and petrified when you took my arm and look at the bruised part.
"Its nothing. I- um- I fight with a doorknob and was hit. He won obviously." I said cheekily and covered my bruise with my left hand from his prying eyes.
"Well next time don't fight with a doorknob try a bedpost or a lampshade for a change." I just laughed at his reply and we went to our separate ways.
Sorry for lying to you. Sorry for not telling you what I've been going through, it's just it's better for you to not know anything because I know how you'll react. And I don't want your pity. I don't want you looking at me with your beautiful eyes full of pity. Anyway, we're not 'together' for me to tell you about myself, much more about my illness.
This only means that your mom didn't tell you about me and I'm grateful for that.
From,
Me
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