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XXVIII

Ashton was dying, and we both knew it.

Terminal Cancer. The word death is written right in the title of the illness. Neither of us discussed it though. Although I missed the sight of all the pretty colours he once caused me to see, it was nothing compared to the life I would soon be losing. Ashton's life and presence worth so much more than those colours even though colours used to be the only thing important to me.

I had to spend every second I have left with him wisely. I thought I'd have at least a few more months with the boy who casted sunshine upon my life,

but that time was cut short when he passed out in my car one night. Blood trickled from his mouth, staining his white tee. The moment I noticed I slammed on the brakes of my car, swerving into a ditch. I frantically dialled 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance. Now!" I cried. "My boyfriend, he's unconscious. I-I think. I can't wake him up. Please help me. Blood, it's running from his mouth."

"Stay calm. We'll be right there. He's going to be okay."

A small part of me believed that he would be.

***
Ashton's POV

I woke to the sound of beeping machines and the distinct smell of hospital. I have no memory of any occurrences from the night before.

My eyes hurt from the natural lighting. It must be day.

I turn and see an unrecognizable face beside me, holding my hand.

"You're awake!" She kissed my hand.

I recognized the voice but not the face. Who is this girl?

"Ashton, you in there?"

"Excuse me, who are you?" I asked.

Her face fell.

"M-Melia... I'm Melia, Ashton. The love of your life?"

"Doesn't ring a bell. I'm unlovable." I said it so casually.

I didn't feel like myself. I allowed myself to slip back into sleep, the pain meds must have been making me tired.

"Goodnight." I heard her whisper.