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I know I should of told you sooner,. But I couldn't think of the words to say,. Having to tell you,. Tomorrows my last day,. Your sobs hurt me,. But still you hold me tight,. Never wanting to let go,.
Chapter 11 FRANKIE "Go fish" "Got any threes" "Go fish" Kate lent down picked up her card and flashing a smile picked out her pair and placed it on the woolen carpet.
Chapter 10 FRANKIE I am going to die. It is obvious I don't know why they try and cure me because we are all born to die. Some sooner than others. "How long?" "2 to 3 months" I nodded at the clouds.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
This is it,. I know I'm going to die,. It's time to leave the world,. It's time to say goodbye,. This is it,. It's time for me go,. But I don't mind if my disease kills me,.
By Gemma Doyle. Mary was a smart, funny and ambitious girl of 17. She hung out with her friends every weekend and really liked her life. But just one thing was not right.
(12) Flash Back: Dad's Visit & Bad News As soon as we walked down the main hall of the hospital floor we got hit by a smell of very clean rooms and a very strong smells of cleaning supplies, one of...
To lose your life before you've lost it, To know how long you have left on this earth is a scary prospect, Start ticking your bucket list and quick one might say, Yet another please just take it...
The tears were overwhelming, streaking my face with makeup, drowning me. The moment I stepped into that room I knew something was wrong. Don't leave me yet, I'm not that strong.
He was out there for ages.... Mom came around. "Zack what are you doing. You can go inside you know." "Yeah but it's locked" "Huh?!. Rose. Open this door now!" Mom said.
Every night just before three year old Amie closed her eyes and fell asleep her mother would sing a lullaby. "Sleep now my dearest love. What I treasure most is you. Dream of a pretty white dove.
This is probably the last one of these, although I'll probably post them randomly whenever I'm feeling down.
The nurse came beside my bed. "Do you know what happened?" "yes I think I do" "well that's not all" "what's that mean, is that bad?" I said as a joke.
I married a dying man. The dress was pure ivory, laced at the top and tucked in around my chest. My curled, blonde hair was clipped back with blue ribbons from my face.
Chapter 15: I recognised the familiar corridors as I ran along each floor of the hospital.
This is me, skeletal A bag of bones and skin Lying in this hospice bed My face puckered and thin Day by day I wheeze and choke Lungs shudder with each breath As cancer cells swarm inside I'm closer...
She zones out the world. But her mind is still racing. As she picks a new song to be blasted into her ears. Her goal is to forget.
Kind of failed doing these, but I assure you when I haven't been posting them I've been reliving them in the places or in my head.
Chapter 2- Edward Masen and Esme Evenson (Continued) "Should I tell Edward about his mother Carlisle?" a nurse asked me.
Since she was only five. She's been used to a punch or a kick. She feels it's a privilege to be alive. Because she is fatally sick. Even though her time has a limit she does not grief.
Theyre all lies, everything . His world, mine, everyone's. I can't take it anymore the walls are kept white, why. I do not understand the point of being here. It's prison. wait no, It's worse .
I was reading one of my favourite book series' again a little while ago and, I know this isn't my own work, but I thought I'd share this part with you all because I thought it was such a good bit.
11 months ago, my beautiful boyfriend Nate passed away.
There once was a man who was in love with a girl. She was really beautiful to him, there was one thing in life that stopped him from really being with her. The cancer she was fighting.