Harry opened the door.
"Harry!" I said.
"Hey Ab," he smiled, his gorgeous smile.
He came and sat next to my bed.
"I'm going to miss you so much," I cried.
"I'm going to miss you too, please don't leave me," he said.
"I wish I can try not to," I responded.
Harry smiled,
"I wish I can see Beth," I told Harry.
"Maybe you can ring-call her," Harry said.
"Yea okay, but she might still be mad at me," I responded.
"Abby, she's not going to be mad at someone who probably is going to," Harry paused, "die."
"I guess your right," I said.
Harry pulled out his phone, dialed Beth's number and handed it to me.
It rung.
"Please pick up, please pick up," I prayed.
It went straight to voicemail. I sighed, and then made a voicemail:
"Hey Beth, it's Ab, I am at the hospital right now, about to die. Before I died, I wanted to call you to say that I miss you and love you. And I'm sorry for being such a jerk. You mean so much to me you don't even know," I started to cry, "I am so so sorry, and now it's too late because I can never talk to you ever again until you come to heaven, I'll be watching you in heaven making sure you are happy and have a great future ahead of you, I love you so much, see you soon," I hung up, still crying,
"I'm going to miss her so much," I told Harry.
"She's going to miss you too," he responded.
The lines on the meter slowed down.
"NO! Please! Don't slow down!" Harry told the meter.
I looked up at him, "I love you so much,"
"I-I love you too," He responded.
Our lips then both pressed together, and we kissed.
"Maybe when I go to heaven we can go on a date," Harry smiled.
"I would love that," I responded, and the whole world went black.
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Gone
Fanfiction17 year old, Abby is a normal, typical teenager. But, when she meets a boy by the name Harry, her life falls apart. She finds out she has Pancreatic; a type of cancer, her best friend moves away, and her parents get a divorce. Will Abby stay strong...
