Day Eight
I looked up at the stars and breathed in the air. The sky was so beautiful tonight. I grabbed her hand and began to play with the ring on her finger.
"So, what's after stargazing on the beach?"
She chuckled, "You're going to love this one."
"What is it?"
"Skydiving."
"You want to go skydiving? But you're afraid of heights."
"Isn't that the point of bucket lists? I'm going to die anyway, so there's no point in being afraid."
"Jillian..."
"Don't try to tell me I'm wrong, Michael. You and I both know that I'm not just going to miraculously get better. The doctor wasn't joking when he said two months was all I have left on this earth. Honestly, I'll be lucky if I even make it that far."
"Don't say that, if anything, you'll make it past the two month mark. You're strong."
She sat up, releasing the grip I had on her hand. "I will never understand why you rate me so highly."
"Because to me, you're the best thing in the world."
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Breviloquent // m.c
FanfictionSometimes in this world we're faced with challenges that may not seem as though you will ever get past them. I've learned that it's better to make the best of what you have, and enjoy the days while you have them.
