i need more pics of ethan
ethans pov
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i make my way into the mess hall, tables filling the large room. each one sat kids of all ages, it seemed as if i was the oldest. i sat at a table in the center, resting beside a tall oak tree that grew out of the building.
i looked around, examining the workers and the kids. lots of them were extremely pale, with shaved heads, yet they still laughed and smiled together.
did they not know they were going to die?
hmm, maybe not. they were just kids.
"well you stick out like a sore thumb." i turned my head to see a girl, with gorgeous eyes staring at me. "you still have a full head of hair, and you might be the strongest person here." she sat down beside me, flipping her y/h/c hair over her shoulder. she dressed in a simple t shirt and jeans, minimal makeup, maybe none at all.
"i'm y/n." she simply said, leaning her cheek on her hand.
"ethan." i looked into her eyes, but quickly looked back down. i didn't like eye contact, not with intimidating strangers.
"have you not gone through kemo yet?" she continued to look at me, i could see her in the corner of my eye.
"no. i was diagnosed a month ago." i still looked down at my hands that were folded on top of the table.
"and your parents already signed you up for shady remission camp? they must be eager." she giggled, laughing at her own joke that i didn't understand. maybe it wasn't even a joke.
"what do you mean?" i looked at her now, seeing her cheeks blush red.
"they want to help you as fast as possible. i love that." she smiled a sweet smile, a toothless one. but i didn't take what she said to be considered nice in any way.
"help me accept the fact i'm going to die?" i harshly whispered.
"no." her tone of voice changed, becoming disgusted.
"i'm sorry, it's just... it's going to happen. this camp is-"
"going to help you." she interrupted me, making sure i was looking at her. "this camp isn't about death, it's about living the life you have, to the fullest." i could see tears on the rim of her bottom eye lids, and i immediately felt bad for what i said.
"3 years ago i was diagnosed with stage 2 leukemia. i enrolled myself into this camp, thinking why not have fun before i leave. here i am now, in remission, hopefully forever. i come here every year as a worker now, to help other kids enjoy life, and to learn that cancer doesn't ruin your childhood. you do, by sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself." a tear fell down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.
"i'm sorry. i never understood why it had to be me to get cancer. i'm only 18, i have so much in front of me. i thought cancer was going to take that all away from me." i sighed, seeing forgiveness in her face.
"cancer isn't going to take anything away from you... well, maybe your hair, but it grows back. mine sure did." she chuckles and grabs the end of her hair, smiling.
"can i tell you something kind of crazy?" i made her eyes move from her curly hair to my face, anticipating what i would say.
"w-what?"
"i think i'm gonna fall in love with you."
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my last day of school is tomorrow so hell yeah i'm gonna go into my summer depression stage.
