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She told him not to fall for her.

He promised her he won’t.

She believed him when he swore to her.

He wasn’t really sure if he could deliver.

 

She was always very outgoing.

She couldn’t even care less.

He was always very contemplative.

He was never caught by surprise.

 

She would be all over the place.

He would be just in a corner.

She would be out all night.

He would be up in his room and be sleeping at nine.

 

She would always flash a smile.

He would always be just passing you by.

Everybody knew who she is.

Nobody knew about him.

 

They spent time together.

She loved how straight-forward he is.

He loved how she laughed at his jokes.

They were happy together.

 

She loves him but she never tells.

He loves her but he’s keeping his promise instead.

She thought she had made a full-proof plan.

He thought she failed—big time.

 

For now, he’s in love with her.

As for her, she loves him even more.

She loves him enough for her to hurt inside.

She’s never meant to last—almost gone, almost gone.

 

Every time she was out, he’d think she was drunk.

High she maybe of drugs but it was for medication—her case was terminal.

Every night she’d pray for her to wake up.

Every night she’d wish for her life to last a day longer.

 

If only he knew, if only he knew.

They were supposed to meet up at eight.

On the phone, she said: I need to tell you something.

His sweat glands became a lot more active.

 

On the way, he picked up flowers.

He knew it was time that he told her.

I love you—he planned to tell her.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer.”

 

It was eight-thirty then.

She was never late for a date.

Then came nine o’clock, he was starting to lose it.

An ambulance was approaching, he was all edgy.

 

A middle-aged woman dressed in white came out.

“She wanted to see you. Check on her.”

His hands went cold and his heart pumped faster.

She was in so much pain and it was only him that could calm her.

 

He entered the room and then he saw her.

She was trying to smile although she wanted pain-killers.

His jaw dropped in shock then she said: Hello.

He ran to her, held her tight and wanted to cry.

 

She stopped the tears from falling.

“I’m sorry for not coming…”

“Hush. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He did not even shut his eyes.

 

She kissed him good night.

He whispered: I’m sorry.

“You broke your promise?” she replied.

“I know and don’t worry, it’s alright.”

 

I love you.

I love you too.

 

Morning came and he was waiting for her to wake up.

It was a quarter past ten but her eyes were still shut.

He felt her hands growing cold.

He held on tighter—he was not letting go.

 

He leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips.

He felt her cool dry lips—he wanted to scream.

She’s gone. It’s over.

She’s gone. She’s dead—DEAD.

 

He was hurting too much now.

He never should’ve kept his promise.

He should’ve told her earlier—much, much earlier.

Now she’s gone and now there will be no more time for reruns.

 

Goodbye, love.

I was about to go after you.

But I know you wouldn’t have wanted me to.

Until then, love, I hope to see you once more.

 

Cancer—you shouldn’t have picked her.