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"1 hour left" she said, I thought to myself what is she planning in telling me. As the time passed I dozed of and fell asleep. when i woke up you message read "I haven't been fully honest with you". I wrote what, "I didn't want to end it like this" you typed back and I said "TELL ME". She responded with "I actually a guy".
"Don't lie to me".
"ok I will tell you the truth" she continued "I am very sick and don't have very long left to live, I... I didn't mean to make you care" she said
"sick... with what"
"Leukemia".
My heart trembled as I read the word. Leukemia.
"what hospital are you in" she gave me all the information and I plugged it into my GPS. First I stopped at the jewelry store and bought a wedding ring. I continued on my road trip. I eventually made it to the hospital they where keeping her at. Going into the room I lunged over hugging her instantly. I began to cry looking at her hairless head. I stayed and cuddled with her until it was night. I wanted to give her a good life, she was only 15 years old she couldn't die there, but she was dying and there was nothing that I could do. We snuck out of the hospital every night and went on dates, this continued for a week. 8 days after we had met we were like best friends and I was happy because she was happy, however in the back of my mind I was dying with her. She showed me to a love hotel, I never really think of these things so I didn't realize what she was hinting at. On our 9th date we were in a McDonalds. She collapsed for her body couldn't take being out of the hospital anymore. I carried he back and she got the attention she needed. When I went back into her hospital room it was as if the life had been sucked out of her. I laid with her for a while. I turned over feeling the ring in my pocket as I did so. I got of the bed and kneeled down and said "Kurumi will you marry me?" "yes" she said. As I slipped the ring on her hand fell to the bedside and her pulse died, that girl had met her demise. And so did I on the inside.
I got her name tattooed on my arm. I wanted to die for the pain to go away. I became an alcoholic and got into bar fights, I would alway take on the biggest guy and always win sometimes I would even take on groups because I wanted to die. I was already on the inside, I didn't believe in suicide so I would mess with gang members and pray that they would show up and put a bullet in my head. I later got shanked In a parking lot, slowly and painfully I bled out on the ground. I didn't see a light just darkness. When I died I went to hell and she was in heaven where I could not reach her. However hell is repetition and I had to watch that girl die over and over again.