Soft Light

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When I first got diagnosed with the special (but deadly) disease, I wasn't shocked. I've heard of it before in fantasies. It usually kills you in a few weeks, maybe months. My mother was shocked, vowing to kill whoever granted me one-sided love.

I played it off like it was nothing, and we drove home. My sister kept quietly asking; "are you sure you're okay? I could get you some water... or a napkin for any flowers." I just shook my head, stating I only needed a few towels and a couple of napkins. Once the words escaped my lips, my sister was off like a rocket.

I sat on my bed in silence, worried for what was to come. How much would it hurt, to cough a flower? I guessed a lot, and laid my back against the wall. Before my sister could knock, a strike of pain hit my throat. I felt I was choking. My sister came in, seeing me desperately grabbing my neck and screamed, unable to comprehend the situation.

I kept choking, feeling blood drip down from my lip- running down my chin. Eventually, with a loud raspy cough a flower flew out. It was sparkly, a beautiful ocean blue that was dotted with dark scarlet. I stared at it on the white carpet floor, my sister was staring as well. We didn't know what to do.

"Should we tell mom?" My sister asked, and I could feel her eyes on me. "Yes," I replied quietly, and she ran out.

The first flower.

The first of many to come.