Why I Love You

Why I Love You

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I'm tired. Very tired. Somehow, I gain enough self control to pull my body groggily out of bed. The carpet, so soft, rushes up to my face. My legs aren't supporting me. They are lead, making me drown in the pool of hopelessness. I can't breathe, but tiredness holds my grasp and pulls me even deeper down into unconsciousness. But just as I am fading away, I start to remember. Brooklyn is paralyzed from the waist down. She is constantly monitored by the hospital she's at. But one day, the nurses have a suspicion about a tumor in Brooklyn's head. If it's cancerous, she only has a twenty percent chance of living. Brooklyn's life is slowly falling apart. But can the one capable of saving her have the guts to do it? ©Copyright by emmacxoxo, please don't steal!:)
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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