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Michelle's POV
I watched the slowly withering leaves, drying and gently falling off without any sound. The air whooshed past me, slightly ruffling my long blonde hair; I twirled the strands with my finger; soon I wasn’t sure if I’ll still have them. Another effect of chemo therapy, another thing I’m going to loose in this petty battle with faith. I snorted, how ironic; before I would die to have my hair cut short and now I’m really dying and so the wish is coming true.
Life sometimes can be so cruel.
“Michelle,” I heard the voice and froze mid-twirl. The voice, like smooth velvet, sweet yet strong, something I would dream about when I needed safe. He’d been that safe for me, for a long, long time and then... everything had shattered. One stupid mistake and I’d lost the only person I loved. I would give anything to take back the words I’d said but you can never change the past. Just regret it.
And that’s I was doing right now.
“Shelley?” the voice called again and I took a deep breath, trying to brace myself for what was coming ahead; pity, sorrow, pain and the fake smile, the smile is the one thing I hated most. I had no idea why everybody kept smiling at me about. 'I’m dying people, nothing to be happy about!' I wanted to shout at them.
I took another long breath; suddenly I couldn't have enough oxygen in my lungs.
I took my sweet time to get up the rickety, wooden bench that was kept in the courtyard of St. Augustus’ Seven Hills Hospital and Rehab Centre with an advanced Cancer Center. My father had a lot of money, so I had got the best treatment he could buy. One downside to all this though, I was dying anyway and so I wouldn’t let anyone treat me either. I had made a deal with my parents that if I stayed at the Center and at least let them do one of the treatments, they wouldn’t come to see me; I knew it was harsh but it was also the only thing that would keep them away from the pain, the cruel truth of life. Nobody deserved to watch their daughter wither away, become weak and die, slowly and painfully. Nobody deserved that, nobody did.
Finally deciding to spare him the misery of being here I turned around with intention of getting over with this for once and for all.
The gently breeze picked and my hair blew in front of my face as I turned around, blocking my view. I treaded my fingers through the locks and pushed them behind my ear. When I got my fingers out, a few many strands were tangled with my fingers and I kept staring at the blonde almost white strands in my hands as a tear fell down unnoticed, falling on the centre of my palm in a small drop, shimmering because of the reflected sun rays. It looked so utterly beautiful.
One thing cancer taught me was seeing the beauty in small like these and it was the only thing I was glad for, I guess.
“Ryan,” my voice came out in a whisper as I looked up and the next words were literally caught in my throat, instead I was just staring.
Staring in utter disbelief at his sheer beauty; his curly chocolate brown hair falling in his ocean blue eyes, his creamy skin, still spotless and his perfect soft, pink lips curled at the corners as he gave me sad smile. I clenched my fist; that smile again. My knuckles were already paining at the petty attempt and I shut my eyes, trying to brace the pain.
A soft yet hard hand touched my cheek, slowly sliding down my cheek as he lifted it up. I opened my eyes and looked up at him; my hands that were balled in fists were now limp at my side. I couldn’t make myself do anything, just staring into his deep blue orbs that reflected the pain in my heart.
