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When she opened her eyes and looked up into Timothy's eyes, water welled up on the brim of his eyelids. With a blink, the tear slowly slid down his pale soft cheek. Michelle pressed her lips upon his cheek and tasted his salty tears on her tongue. Michelle knew he was going to do everything he could in order to conquer the cancer to overtake the like that he wasn't done living. He was going on an adventure to find a cure for the deadly cancer, for it must not ever take over him and take away his life. It wasn't his time. He asked Michelle to be with him; stay in his life for the last few months he was able to live.
After another few hours passed, they separated.
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Timothy's healthy declined rapidly for the following month. By the beginning of the second month, he was hospitalized. Michelle followed him everywhere; she even dropped off her summer course to take care of Timothy and to keep him happy. She loved him, and never stopped. He no longer looked athletic or muscular; his face had no color within. Upon the hospital bed, he looked so frail and lifeless. He seemed as if all his desire for life had been sucked out of him. All she saw were skin and bone when he used to be muscular and handsome with his charms. His charms were still present, and always had a smile on his face whenever Michelle was near. Timothy was like a dried twig that could be snapped apart easily. No sooner he was reduced to a loose layer of skin covering his skeleton. He spent most of his time lying in his bed staring into nothingness or hunched on a chair trying to feel comfortable, knowing it's impossible. During times, Michelle would sit in a chair beside him and watch him sleep.
As time passed, Timothy had as if grown into an old man, he's eyesight had became so poor, he was hardly able to see much at all. Michelle did everything she could to keep him comfortable or feel at peace, but it wasn't easy. By the end of August, he lost his eyesight completely. Michelle was in such dismay.
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To BE Con't
When she opened her eyes and looked up into Timothy's eyes, water welled up on the brim of his eyelids. With a blink, the tear slowly slid down his pale soft cheek. Michelle pressed her lips upon his cheek and tasted his salty tears on her tongue. Michelle knew he was going to do everything he could in order to conquer the cancer to overtake the like that he wasn't done living. He was going on an adventure to find a cure for the deadly cancer, for it must not ever take over him and take away his life. It wasn't his time. He asked Michelle to be with him; stay in his life for the last few months he was able to live.
After another few hours passed, they separated.
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Timothy's healthy declined rapidly for the following month. By the beginning of the second month, he was hospitalized. Michelle followed him everywhere; she even dropped off her summer course to take care of Timothy and to keep him happy. She loved him, and never stopped. He no longer looked athletic or muscular; his face had no color within. Upon the hospital bed, he looked so frail and lifeless. He seemed as if all his desire for life had been sucked out of him. All she saw were skin and bone when he used to be muscular and handsome with his charms. His charms were still present, and always had a smile on his face whenever Michelle was near. Timothy was like a dried twig that could be snapped apart easily. No sooner he was reduced to a loose layer of skin covering his skeleton. He spent most of his time lying in his bed staring into nothingness or hunched on a chair trying to feel comfortable, knowing it's impossible. During times, Michelle would sit in a chair beside him and watch him sleep.
As time passed, Timothy had as if grown into an old man, he's eyesight had became so poor, he was hardly able to see much at all. Michelle did everything she could to keep him comfortable or feel at peace, but it wasn't easy. By the end of August, he lost his eyesight completely. Michelle was in such dismay.
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To BE Con't