Hmm.The air. The wind. The breeze. Its gentle, though slitely cold touch againts my cheeks, its soft whispers somehow calms me. Somehow, makes me feel alive... For now. ************** "Allie, you only have less than a year to---". "to live." I cut her off. I gave a small smirk as I stare darkly at my hands. Its almost dead pale now, hindi ko na alam that I've been claspping my hands so hard till its dead white na pala while waiting for my doctor slash bestfriend's oh-so-fortunate-good-news. (insert sarcasm here) I didn't say anything, nor react to it. Guess I suppose to be hestirical now, cry, shout or something... But then, would it change anything? Will bawling myself like crazy could bring back chance for a life? "I see. Thank you, then." I finally said, painting a small smile on ny face, stood up from the chair I was seating from for like forever. "Allie, we could still do something. I suggest chemo therapy. I could refer you to a hospital abroad, I have a friend who'seAll Rights Reserved
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