Within, she saw the most beautiful locket made from an aqua gem. She began to open her mouth to ask for an explanation just as Timothy started to speak.
"I got this for you in high school, but me leaving in a rush to go to University made me forget to give it to you. Today, I came to give this to you before it's too late..." He trailed off, his tone was full of pain he was trying to hide, but it's obvious that it is present.
"What do you mean too late?" Michelle wanted to know about his troubles.
"I..." He looked away with agony in his eyes.
He sat in the chair beside Michelle, he was motionless, and he was staring away to prevent anything that might cause him to break down. Timothy's eyes revealed his every emotion. Before, Michelle just had looked at them and could see his love for her. His eyes showed his kindness, his pride, and his boldness, however, at that moment they were empty. Michelle wanted to see the liveliness in his eyes again, and stop the silence, but she seemed to be under a spell that prevented her from moving or speaking. She just stared at him with deep desire to dissolve all the pain that was surrounding him.
Eventually, Timothy opened his mouth to speak. "I have deadly cancer. I'm currently living in the hospital and being treated. My lungs were weak as a baby, and from smoking, I have screwed it up even worse. There's not much hope."
It came all so suddenly that Michelle was stunned by the remark. Without even knowing what was ahead of them, it was difficult to find a way to pass the time. Michelle was thinking what was to happen, but each time, pushed the horrid thoughts out of her head. She lowered her head and felt herself gasping for air pulling on her neck to prevent her from breathing. Hot tears stained her face, she did not want to cry in front of Timothy, but they were out of her control. Timothy reached over and lifted her head. All her shiny wavy green hair was covering her face, he brushed them away to expose her tear stained eyes, he tried to comfort her, but anything he said made more tears pour out. Neither wanted to think about what was to happen, so they mostly occupied the ever-lasting minutes with the idle talk of the past and life overall. But soon, they realized it's no use keep on pretending everything is ok, for nothing is. Timothy was getting operation the following week.
In a detached voice without emotions he said, "If the surgery goes well, I can live for another 20 years, otherwise I can live 3 months with treatment. The surgery only has a 30% chance of saving me, therefore I am prepared to leave this place, but I can't bear to leave you."
As he spoke these words, the grip around Michelle's nick tightened, she struggled for a breath. She wanted to run, not only from the table, but from the whole situation. But she couldn't just leave Timothy, she felt confused, angry and frightened to lose someone she loved so much.
"Timothy, I don't want you to leave." She stammered through sniffles and tears. "I...I love you." And threw her arms around his neck, it was then when she felt more secure holding on to him.
To Be Con't.
"I got this for you in high school, but me leaving in a rush to go to University made me forget to give it to you. Today, I came to give this to you before it's too late..." He trailed off, his tone was full of pain he was trying to hide, but it's obvious that it is present.
"What do you mean too late?" Michelle wanted to know about his troubles.
"I..." He looked away with agony in his eyes.
He sat in the chair beside Michelle, he was motionless, and he was staring away to prevent anything that might cause him to break down. Timothy's eyes revealed his every emotion. Before, Michelle just had looked at them and could see his love for her. His eyes showed his kindness, his pride, and his boldness, however, at that moment they were empty. Michelle wanted to see the liveliness in his eyes again, and stop the silence, but she seemed to be under a spell that prevented her from moving or speaking. She just stared at him with deep desire to dissolve all the pain that was surrounding him.
Eventually, Timothy opened his mouth to speak. "I have deadly cancer. I'm currently living in the hospital and being treated. My lungs were weak as a baby, and from smoking, I have screwed it up even worse. There's not much hope."
It came all so suddenly that Michelle was stunned by the remark. Without even knowing what was ahead of them, it was difficult to find a way to pass the time. Michelle was thinking what was to happen, but each time, pushed the horrid thoughts out of her head. She lowered her head and felt herself gasping for air pulling on her neck to prevent her from breathing. Hot tears stained her face, she did not want to cry in front of Timothy, but they were out of her control. Timothy reached over and lifted her head. All her shiny wavy green hair was covering her face, he brushed them away to expose her tear stained eyes, he tried to comfort her, but anything he said made more tears pour out. Neither wanted to think about what was to happen, so they mostly occupied the ever-lasting minutes with the idle talk of the past and life overall. But soon, they realized it's no use keep on pretending everything is ok, for nothing is. Timothy was getting operation the following week.
In a detached voice without emotions he said, "If the surgery goes well, I can live for another 20 years, otherwise I can live 3 months with treatment. The surgery only has a 30% chance of saving me, therefore I am prepared to leave this place, but I can't bear to leave you."
As he spoke these words, the grip around Michelle's nick tightened, she struggled for a breath. She wanted to run, not only from the table, but from the whole situation. But she couldn't just leave Timothy, she felt confused, angry and frightened to lose someone she loved so much.
"Timothy, I don't want you to leave." She stammered through sniffles and tears. "I...I love you." And threw her arms around his neck, it was then when she felt more secure holding on to him.
To Be Con't.