Yup, Charlotte is Lily Collins, let's deal with it.
Its a small world.
It's a stupid saying that we all hear too may times, for example when we find an old classmate on holiday in a place where we never thought we would have seen him or on the street if we see some celebrities or when we encounter someone from our past.
This sentence, to make it simple, means that it doesn't matter how big this word is, sooner or later we will meet again, we'll meet everyone, not our idols of course, this rule doesn't work for that, give up.
I wish I could turn back time, five years ago, go into my old high school and look for a horny young teenager full of himself, going inside to look for him in the bathroom of the school where I know he is killing time with some girls and grab him by his long hair and slam his head on the wall screaming at him that soon he's going to meet a devil with brown hair and a hot body, so hot that he's going to forgot the condom but that thing will start a horrible butterfly effect that will end up with a little girl, a little girl that out of nowhere will knock on his door ruining his perfect life, that's what became of the forgotten fucking condom.
This is what it means to live in a small world, it means that after five years you are going to find yourself standing still in front of a hospital after you have been called by a girl that you saw a couple times in high school.
I continue to look at the glass doors and at the big shiny sign on the building while I try hard not to run away from this situation.
She said told just one sentence; come to the hospital on the 24th, please.
That's it, just this sentence and then she hung up, a sentence, a sentence having thousands of meanings and with those meanings came thousands of swear words that I said the second after I realized the call was real, I changed from a boy without any responsabilities to a boy that God just threw an entire bus of anxiety right on his shoulders.
I get to the main hall where a lot of doctors and nurses run all over with a rush holding their medical records and their eyes focused on them.
It's a bright place all white and in the middle of the room there's a welcome desk where they give people information.
I get closer to it and a black woman with some crazy afro hair looks at me with her brow up maybe a little bit annoyed by me, lady, if it was up to me I would not be here so don't look at me in that way cause we're in this together.
"The AA meeting ended twenty minutes ago boy" She says before getting back to looking at her computer, excuse me, did she just call me an alcoholic?
"No, I'm here to see a patient" I say putting my hands on the desk getting a dirty look by her causing her to take a few steps back.
Okay woman, I'm not gonna touch your desk, chill .
"Who?" She asks annoyed.
"Charlotte Martin" I say and she presses some bottoms on her keyboard before opening her mouth a little bit surprised changing her face from a grumpy face to a sorry face.
"Umh, she's at the second floor, C block room 432" She says not looking at me. I nod go to the stairs and arrive at block C reading the sign in blue while I feel a pain in my stomach reading it; Oncology block.
I walk with my hands in my pockets, feeling uncomfortable in this place.
I look for the right room, I find it after some time, room 432, I take a deep breathe before putting my hand on the handle of the door but standing still not able to move or open that door.
"Damn Irwin, in five years you forgot how to knock on a door?"
Every single muscle in my body froze hearing that voice, I turn around meeting those hazel eyes that are so familiar to me now ,those eyes brought into my mind every memory from the past.
