Near Christmas, New York was always rainy. No snow, just rain. Not that Morgan minded, however. Rain was her favorite weather. She always thought it was weird, but it was. Whenever she found out it was going to rain, she was always glad. It felt like it was going to rain soon, so Morgan hurried. She walked down the streets to Digital Hang Out, hoping to see someone she knew there. Luckily, she did. She saw Shawn. "Hey," she said, sitting down next to him. He looked up at her. "A- are you okay?" She stammered when she saw he was crying. "Shawn tell me are you okay what's the matter what happened?" She said fast, getting nervous. "Shawn, don't cry tell me what's the matter!" Whenever people started crying Morgan got nervous, like she was going to cry herself. She often started talking fast when this happened, and this time was no exception. "Angela has cancer," he managed. "Cancer?" Morgan repeated. The sentence played over and over again in her head. Cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer. It was like she was schizophrenic. "Well I have a friend that's an RN! I'll talk to her and see what's the matter, uh, maybe it won't be that bad!" Morgan said. Her only friend left was an RN, and she hadn't talked to her in years. Okay, maybe just weeks - but whatever. "Shawn," she said, calming down, "it'll be okay. I mean what with the technology they have these days, they can save just about anyone from anything!" she said. It was like she was telling herself, though. She was trying to convince herself. "Anything," she murmured. Anything but car crashes, she thought to herself. "Morgan don't you see the seriousness of this? Angela's dying and I don't even know how to tell her that I love her." "You didn't seem to have a problem earlier. Sorry, trying to lighten up a tense moment. Shawn, it'll be okay you won't have to worry about that! Shawn, don't cry, please don't cry you'll make ME start crying!" Cancer was a zodiac sign. But this was more serious than a stupid horoscope that wasn't even real. This was real and even though Morgan didn't want to believe it, another one of her friends was dying and there was nothing she could do. As she walked home in the rain she looked up at the sky. "Is this punishment for lying?" Morgan screamed. "Why'd you do this to me?" People stopped and stared, but who really cared, anyway. They didn't understand and she didn't exactly care to mention to fifty thousand people that her friend was dying.

I'm talking to myself in public, dodging glances on the train and I know they've all been talking about me, I can hear them whisper.Matchbox 20's "Unwell" kept playing in Morgan's head. It felt like her right now - with every new line another voice pounded in her head "Cancer. Cancer." She picked up the phone and dialed Cassidy's number. "Hello, this is Cassidy Malone," the answerer said. "Hi, Cass? It's me, Morgan." After a quick reunion Morgan explained. "My friend Angela Moore - she has cancer. The minute the doctors know, you know. What do you know about Angela?" Cassidy explained in normal vocabulary what was wrong with Angela. It was ovarian cancer - and it was malignant. We both knew what that meant - Angela wasn't going to survive. Ovarian cancer. How was she supposed to explain that to Shawn? Embarrassing it seemed but what the heck. She'd do it anyway. They'd both watched the video on Sex Ed in seventh grade. "Thanks, and by the way, let's get together this weekend," Morgan suggested. "Sure, we'll hang out someplace. Thanks for calling!" And they hung up. Ovarian cancer. Who knew what would happen?

"Did you talk to your friend yet?" Shawn asked. Morgan and Shawn were eating lunch at the Digital Hang Out, talking quietly. Avoiding the glances of those who recognized them from the kiss scene a week ago. Oh yeah, they said it was.malignant. It was either tell him the truth or lie to Shawn, but she couldn't lie about something serious like this and not get caught. Heck, she couldn't lie at all. "Yeah, I did," Morgan admitted. "What'd she say?" Shawn asked. Tell the truth, no lie, no tell the truth, no make up some story and when he asks say you didn't know. "They said it was ovarian cancer. They said it was.malignant." He nodded. "Malignant, huh. That might not be too bad." Okay, he was making this hard for her. Shawn and Morgan both knew that malignant means there was light chance for survival, and he was waiting for her to say it wouldn't be too bad. "I don't know. Just because they say it can spread fast, doesn't mean it will. We'll just have to wait and see."

They wanted to see Angela but couldn't. Shawn didn't want to for one thing, and visiting hours were hard to make with work and all. "Cory," Shawn and Morgan said when he talked to Cory about it. "What am I supposed to do? Angela's known and she didn't tell me!" "Well it looks like there's only one thing we can do, Shawn. We just wait and pray and hope that it'll turn out for the best. Besides, Morgan knows the RN. There's gotta be a way that it'll work out. She's got connections." Connections, Morgan thought. You've got to be kidding me. You're saying that because I know an RN it means Angela will survive. Please. But then again, Shawn and Angela's love for each other was strong. And if there was one thing Morgan believed in, it was love. She believed love could save anything and anybody and no matter how madly in love you were, it didn't matter 'cause if you were supposed to be together, you would be. Gotta be a way. There's gotta be some way it'll work. Topanga didn't provide much help, either. "Listen, Morgan, we both know that ovarian cancer spreads fast. If there's any chance of survival at all, it would've happened already. She was admitted too late." "Topanga, hush!" Cory said. "You're not helping any." Topanga sighed. "I'm sorry Cory but I'm not going to fool anyone. We both know that I have to tell the truth." "Yeah, but Topanga, come on. You have to know when to draw the line. You're just like Simon." Morgan said. Everyone knew Morgan was colorful - but no one knew she got into reality shows like American Idol. "No way," Topanga said, but they both knew it was true. "Brutal honesty, that's your way. And Topanga we all know what'll happen but just don't make Shawn face it. He can only face it when he's absolutely ready. Trust me, I'd know." They wondered what she meant by that, but who cared. Really, who did? All anyone cared about was Angela. When they finally did get to go see her, only Morgan and Shawn were allowed. Cory and Topanga didn't mind, though. None of them thought they could stand it. Morgan stayed in there talking to Cassidy. "Is she going to be okay?" Morgan asked. "We're not sure. The cancer spread everywhere - the fallopian tubes, the ovaries, the womb, everywhere. Even with chemo we don't think we can get it out. We're going to try, but we don't know. Morgan look. Life's tough and it's not fair. Angela's a great person and she doesn't deserve to die like this. But.life's a tough job. No matter what you have to get used to it. You know already." "Yeah, I just don't know if I can stand to see another person die. I already had to deal with six." "Six?" "Cindy, Lucy, Katrina were the ones in the car crash. My parents and Laura died in the fire." "Laura was your sister." "She still is, isn't she? She's simply not here to use the title." "Good point. Well, good luck. And if she lives, it'll be a true miracle." With that, Cassidy exited. A miracle, Morgan thought. We need more than a miracle.

Shawn just stared at Angela. She looked fine - no problems. But inside there were problems. Big ones. When Cassidy finally left, Shawn told Morgan to go first. Talking to someone asleep seemed stupid but Shawn insisted on it. "Angela, you're a great person. You don't deserve this but then again no one deserves cancer, they don't deserve to die. No one deserves what they get in this world. Some deserve more some deserve less. You don't deserve this. But life's not fair, and I'm not here to tell you that cause Lord knows you already know. But lots of people are counting on you to live. I know it seems hard at times but.then again.maybe you can make it. If you try, so do try. I know you'll make a lot of people happy." Shawn seemed satisfied, so he started talking. Morgan crossed her arms and leaned up against the wall. "I know you can't see me," Shawn started. "But I know you can hear me. And you may not want to talk right now but you can just listen. I need you, Angela. I thought I didn't but I was wrong. I need you to be in my life and if you just leave like that I don't know what I'll do. You meant a lot to us, Angela, but you're not done yet. You haven't finished living your life and you need to help me live mine. I couldn't be the person I am today without you. I mean you look at me before I met you; I was a mess! I need you to help me. Even if you leave, I'll still remember you. But I don't want memories. I never wanted memories, Angela. I only wanted you. So don't leave yet. Don't leave me here alone without anyone to help me. I can't love another person like I loved you. If you leave me - God knows what I'll do. So don't leave me, okay? I can't take that. So yeah, that's what I wanted to tell you. Finish your life with me. Help me. I love you, Angela." And he left and waited outside for Morgan. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe it was a daydream, or maybe it was reality. It could've been the voices Morgan heard at night, when she was all alone. It could have been what she had wanted to hear, what she was dying to hear, what she and Shawn and even Cory, Topanga, and Cassidy wanted her to say because if she said it, it would have been the first sign that Angela might live. Of course, what we want to hear is often quite different from what we really hear. Morgan could've heard nothing that was for sure. She seemed to be quite good at hearing nothing yet saying she heard something. If you had been watching that day, you would have heard it too particularly because you wanted to maybe but also because she might have said it. I wasn't there; I didn't hear it. I'm merely writing down the words of the truth and what really happened as I've been told and as my evidence Morgan's journal that she kept at the time. Now please let me explain what I mean by this. Morgan could have very well heard nothing at all, just the voices inside her head and her imagination. It could have been anxiety over the fact that she was new in New York and didn't know anyone but five people out of the millions there were and she transferred it to the anxiety she had about Angela and her cancer. You've probably, even if you are sane, you've probably thought you heard someone say something. It could've been a sentence, or just calling your name. However, when you turned around to see who said it, there was either no one there or that person had obviously not said anything. This happened to Morgan. She was looking at Angela. Her body didn't move, she remained motionless in the obviously uncomfortable hospital bed and nightgown that she was forced to sleep in and wear. It could have also been the fact that she had absolutely no idea what she wanted - did she want Angela to live or die so that Shawn might like Morgan? No way she was just kidding with herself. She didn't like Shawn. Maybe it was Morgan's imagination, maybe it was reality that Morgan heard. But whatever it was, Morgan swore up and down she heard Angela say, "I love you too, Shawn."