It's been a week since Sarah has been issued into the hospital, and not once I have been able to visit her. Everyday, I would see her parents come and go, numerous of friends and even Little Al himself. But every time I would try to go into her room, I am always stopped. One time, when I saw her parents walking out of her room for millionth time, I had enough. I needed to know, for the sake of my well being.
"Please, just tell me. She doesn't want to see me. I need to know."
I asked, as I placed myself in front of Sarah's parents. They took a step back, looking at me with disbelief. Sarah's father was just about to open his mouth, but Sarah's mom cuts him off;
"I tried Leo. She doesn't want to."
"Can I ask you a question?" I mumbled looking at her with pleading eyes.
"What?"
"Is she okay? I just want to know, if she is okay. That's all."
Sarah's mom doesn't answer for awhile and it makes me worry, the hesitation on her voice confirms my suspicions when she says;
"It can be debatable Leo."
"Debatable? What does that me-?"
But before I could have even said another word, her parents were already gone.
S A R A H
"You can't keep pushing him away dear, he is here all the time, he is waiting for you to let him in."
My mother says, as she continued to pace around my room. That's the thing with my mother, she can't sit still for a long period of time. She needs to be constantly moving. It's okay though. I also have that trait. So it pains me that all I can do in this hospital is rest. I want a new scenery. I am tired of looking at the cream colored walls, but most importantly, I am tired of this hospital bed. Lumpy and stiff, making my back feel as if I had just went backpacking in Europe.
"Well, he is just going to have wait."
"Sarah."
"No, Mom, he can't know that I have cancer."
Cancer. The moment that word leaves my lips, it feels like a conformation. That I am finally accepting the fact that I have cancer. Denial won't help me. Accepting it will. And guess what? Relief, is the first emotion that I can comprehend and it feels so good.
But, only one thing or person, can give me the fullest amount of relief.
"Okay. Send him in."
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365 Days At The Swings
Teen Fiction"No one falls in love by a choice. It is by a chance. No one stays in love by chance. It is by improvement. No one falls out of love by chance. It is by a choice." *BEING EDITED YAY*
