THE SALT OF HER TEARS.

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YOU have blood cancer.

that was the first thing they had told me, after the flurry of tests and examinations. i was given, at best, a year left to live.

at worst...

two weeks.

two weeks. i was just twenty-three, with approximately forty over years to live. what had i done that was so bad, that my life was to be cut short - to two weeks?

i look at the calendar on my right. it was the thirty-first of january. i placed a mark on the tenth of february. that was the time left, and i began my countdown.

if i was to die, then i may as well live this time to the maximum.

i picked up the chocolate cake and the spoon.