Toodles Noodles

Toodles Noodles

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Kismet has a few months or the farthest a year left in her life, despite the incurable leukemia she has been anything but terminal. She knows she is dying, she's not in denial. She has come to deal with that. She just wants to enjoy whatever days she has left of her life and make her mark on the World, something that every dying person wishes to do. So she decides to write. It's something she has always wanted to do but never quite did. During her quest in writing she comes across a beautiful enigma that changes her life 360 degrees. From being ready to die, she is now fighting to live for someone who is worth more than life to her. **** "Toodles!" I say, waving my hand. "What?" He quizzically looks at me. "A shortened Anglicized version of french phrase à tout à l'heure which means goodbye." "Oh, Noodels to your Toodles." "My own shortened Anglicized version of the phrase 'Never say Goodbye." **** Summary is crappy but do give it a chance, you'll like it! Copyrighted2015.
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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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