Date: 8-22-16
Brenda's p.o.v
Brandon is kind enough to babysit Maisie while I spend time alone. I encounter my former boyfriend, Dylan McClay at the beach. We dig our feet into the sand and soak in the
warmth of the sun. The sunset reminds me of a sick dying person. My fate weighs heavily on my mind as usual. The wind blows my hair exposing my numerous gray strands. "I
am getting old, Dylan" I mention in a serious and yet jokingly way. "You are quite young at heart" he says trying to make me feel better. "Will you still love me even if I am not
young and beautiful?" I wonder. "Yes of course" he smirks stroking my hair. "Sometimes I fear that I might not have long left to live" choked up, I add. "You are a warrior. You
can survive through anything" he encourages me. "I love you" I smile pulling him close to my body. "I love you too" he whispers in between kisses. After the dust settles, we
cruise around Beverly Hills in his new Mercedes. We meet up with our friends at our favorite gathering place. My breast cancer prognosis strengthens our bond even more.
