My Life In Months [EDITING]

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Nas

Your hair. Your face. Your eyes. Your lips. I remember it all! It has been carved and engraved in my mind for all eternity. Your scent is the most captivating of all, the smell of freshly cut roses from a divine meadow after a mild rainfall. I don't know what that scent is but if its truly heavenly, it's you!

The way the smile broke out on her face when i asked her to be my friend, she's just amazing. We've been friends for a while now, 1 week 4 days 5 hours 50 minutes 28 seconds but who's counting? Certainly not me! In our 555.25 hours or 13326 minutes or 799560 seconds of our time together, by which I'm sure my calculations are wrong, i feel more and more attracted to her than ever. She's the only thing that makes me forget about my death sentence even if it's for a short time. Apparently, she's stronger than every drug I've ever tasted. But she's got a dark secret she's hiding, something big, something that eats her up and she refuses to share with me. But i gotta find out!

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Today at my monthly medical evaluation, i received some good news. I was doing better than expected, the doctor was optimistic about my condition and that the treatment is working. As i was leaving the cancer ward, i had somehow convinced mum to go alone so i was in a hurry to go back and share the good news and the unexpected happened.

"It's not the end of the world, they said you're lucky they caught it early. Don't worry about it. You'll be okay!" The older of the two ladies was saying, apparently, the younger has just received the news. I look at the younger with pity in my eyes but my jaw dropped...

Fatima

I decided not to interrupt this moment and slowed my pace until the two had exited the building and then leave too.

I thought about how the beautiful girl i met was suffering from the same fate as me. I thought about her world crumbling to pieces right now. Everything in the world seeming valueless and everyone supposedly looking at you with a murderous glare, i know the feeling, where all hope seems bleak!

I started thinking about how to ask her about it, how to make her tell me about it. Cause i don't want her falling into the despair i did, i was only lucky to snap out of it.

Right now, even though she don't know about it, she needs me. I know what she's going through and i want to help!

Problem.

I've been calling her number to four days now, without answer. Left her several messages, without reply. Went to our usual spot, without her.

It's been two weeks now, no call, no messages, no fatima. I can't take it anymore, no more! Today, i will do something about it! The funny thing about being given months to live is, you become a man/woman of action. And i, have become just that.

After an hour of searching and asking for directions, i stood before the door of their house and rung the bell. My plan swirling in my head and my palms very sweaty from the nerves bombarding my whole system.

She opened the door. Herself.

'How did you find me?' She asked in a bare whisper.

Her sunken cheeks evidence of hours spent crying, her eyes missing that lively buzz it had always had, her face without any emotion and her whole body basically lifeless.

'Before you say anything, i have something to tell you!' I handed her the piece of paper in my pocket.

'What is this?' She asked her voice still barely heard.

'Fatima, I'm dying too!'