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She did not cry. She could not. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal but love leaves memories no one can steal. When Rose finds out that her guy Callum has lung cancer and has no time to live her world comes crashing down. All the promises they made shall now go in vain. She demands an explanantion but he smiles and asks her to move on.. she reluctantly agrees but when Callum dies... she sits in the hospital wishing that it is a nightmare and it would all soon be over but its the sad reality. While he is gone she is sitting there, thinking...... Warning: this story is based on the imagination of the author. This story is MINE. No part of it may be published or printed without my permission.ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: DO NOT COPY THIS.
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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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