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OMITTED CHAPTERS { PART 1}

A/N: Love_is_patient suggested doing a chapter on how Annie felt during her cancer, so here it goes!

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ANNIE'S POV..

Intracranial explosions, hyperventilation, and loss of breath. Those were the things that enveloped me in terror almost every other day before the chemo.

I slowly climbed out of my bed and winced as the ice cold tiles welcomed my bare feet. I glanced over to my right and noticed Dylan asleep in a plush couch in the corner and a smile played on my lips. 

A tall, heavenly scented Dylan awoke looking nothing like the boy he was days ago when he put a call through to Brit. He still had on the same burgundy trousers and his crisp white shirt had drooped to a sloppy looking shirt.

"Hi," he said. He smiled as if he had not been missing for days after he got the text from Brit.

I mustered up all the courage I had to return a smile as he inched closer and slipped into the slab otherwise known as my bed. 

"Where did we go?" I asked.

His arms were now around me and I was leaning into the crook of his neck. My mind screaming and convincing me that this wasn't right but my body, on the other hand, missed his warm touch.

"Huh?" 

"You said you had these weird trances when I was gone. Where did we go?"

The intensity of his gaze drowned out the fact that he looked like he had scaled a mountain to get to me.

"Amazing, breathtaking places. Bora bora, Nigeria, Tokyo, Hawaii..."

His face lit up but I sensed a twinge of pain. I squeezed his hand to reassure him all was fine and he continued

"We went to The Palms cinema in Nigeria where we watched movies. We had brunch and visited the spa at Four Points Sheraton and I took you home to my parents," he continued.

"Finally?" I joked and he smiled.

"It felt so real. Enjoying the heat and the culture with you. But you were never really-"

"-I don't think it matters if I was never really there. I am here now."

His face started inching closer to mine until I shrank back in pain. It happened: Another intracranial explosion.

"Are you okay?" His breathing rate picked up and beads of sweat formed above his lip.

I cradled my head and managed to get out a "No!" in between my screaming. It was a whirlwind of chaos. About a dozen blue draped bodies swarmed around me and Dylan was syphoned off the bed. I sat in the dizzying haze trying to clear of the fog of confusion clouding my brain. The sole cause of confusion? how I could be falling in love with him again. The rest? Why cancer chose me. Why I had to go through excruciating pain.

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"You know I've been going to church. And that was where I was those past few days after I went to visit Brit. I couldn't pull myself together so I just had to. And again, Jeremiah 29:11 hit me. I knew I couldn't turn back the hands of time, but somehow this will all work out. Your pain and my shame will all work out.."

Dylan was perched at the edge of my bed and he was a rambling mess. I had sat there the whole time listening with my eyes closed. I was too exhausted to turn towards him or say a word.

"Hrumpgh," I heard a voice that matched mine perfectly say.

"Annie? Are you awake?" 

"Hum hmph," I said once more. I wiggled my tongue in my mouth while Dylan spoke to try and get it  ready for the marathon of words waiting to flow out.

"...And how I know all this is that if you never spilled your hot chocolate on me in kindergarten we would never have been such great friends. We wouldn't have had such pleasant experiences. And I know right now it seems tough, but this is just another valley before we get to the peak," 

"Church helped you get your act together?" I asked.

I knew I needed church back in my life. I needed to sort out all the things going on in my head that were making me dizzy.

"Yes. I'm still getting it together,"

"What did Brit say?"

"She wants to get rid of the baby," His head and shoulders drooped as he spoke.

"What?! She can't and she will not," I snapped my head in his direction.

"I know, but she doesn't want anything to do with the baby,"

Watching Dylan that heartbroken made my heart fracture too. I knew he was sorry and he didn't want death to be the fate of his baby. I sat there for a few minutes arguing with myself that what I was about to say would be the end of me. I was surely going to explode if I added another ounce of problems to my pile. 

"We can take care of the baby," I finally said.

I didn't care if I exploded, I just wanted to keep Dylan in one piece.