25 November 2012
~A sample of a story I'm writing. Should I finish it? Any suggestions for the ending? Let me know! Your feedback is much appreciated.!~
My voice shaking, I clutched the phone and told him the whole story. How I had suddenly collapsed at school, how it keep happening over the weekend, and how I had finally gone to the doctor to receive horrifying information. He stopped me there and told me to come to his loft. I clambered into my car and drove downtown, scared of what was to come. One by one the seconds passed in the elevator as it rushed to the top. I found the spare key in the plant outside his door and let myself in. He sat on his bed, head in his hands, staring out the ceiling-to-floor window. I sat next to him and, without looking at me, he asked "so are you going to...?" I swallowed hard and answered "I'm going to die." He closed his eyes and I looked down at my hands. We sat in silence as the city below breathed life. "How long?" I looked up at him, startled. His eyes were still closed and he asked again, his voice barely over a whisper. "How long?" I swallowed hard and answered "...a week." His eyes snapped open and he finally looked at me. His look startled me as his eyes bore into mine. A look I had never seen cross his face in all the time I've known him. Terror washed over his face and for once he looked vulnerable. "A week left to live?" His voice shook slightly and his hands balled into fists. I looked down at my hands and nodded. "Seems almost cliche." I laughed halfheartedly and wiped a stray tear from my eye. He caught my wrist and I looked back up. Then, hesitantly, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against my own. He pulled away to look at me, and leaned forward again, his lips gently pressing against mine. I began to shake slightly as he slid his hand onto my hip and my mouth became a small O of surprise. Then he pressed his forehead against mine and quietly whispered "stay....with me."
One Week(sample) • Opuss № I