"You can fight this," he snapped and narrowed his eyes. For the millionth time today, I sighed.
"You know I can't, there's no point anymore. I can't take it." I explained to him, again. "Instead of fighting it, I want to spend the remainder of my time doing something memorable."
"But you can live a whole life doing memorable things if you just fight, Maria." He replied, slowly moving closer to the hospital bed.
"It's too late, I'm dying and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
| a spin-off story of The Bad Boy And The Cheerleader |