It was that fleeting hour of the day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights wouldn't last much longer. I sat quietly on a park bench facing the statue of liberty. I sat with my eyes wondering observing everything around me knowing that within a few months maybe even weeks, I won't see and probably won't remember any of these things ever again. With cancer from my brain spreading to the rest of my body, there's no telling how much longer I really have left. I look over at the mother playing with her children I see her smile as she runs around with them, and my heart aches at the fact that I'll never experience any children of my own because at the age of twenty-five cancer is taking my life. Tears swell in my eyes as I think everything I'm never gonna experience and all the things I'm gonna miss out on. I get angry at the fact I'm never gonna experience love from marriage, pregnancy, the fact that instead of me burying my parents their gonna have to bury me, I'm gonna miss holidays with them. I let out a loud scream from somewhere so deep within that it sends the birds shooting from the trees, a few people stop and stare, the mother who was once playing with her children was now staring, and clutching her children close. I stand and I slowly turn to walk towards home. I walk slow, with my head down and tears falling, throat with a knot, knowing that any time from now, I'll never scream ever again, suddenly a heavy feeling comes over me. My eyes blur, then everything goes dark..... Then...... Nothing.
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Blending Of Hearts
Historia CortaShort stories of love and conquering love. Stories of ways love helped and sometimes damaged people but they always found the light. Every story is based on true events of my life that I turned into stories.
