A/N: Thanks to those who have already r&r its greatly appreciated. There isn't much left to this story, but I promise, by what I have been told by friend, the next chapter, which I think will be the last, you will need a box of tissue.I don't know how true that is but I guess we'll find out! Pls continue to r&r thanks!
During the summer before seventh grade, Grace and I were riding our bikes down the dirt path that led to my home when it all began…
"Trish, can you stop for a minute?" Grace asked in a voice that still sends chills up my spine. We stopped and sat down in the soft moss that lined the edges of the woods that surrounded our small town. I looked deep into Grace's eyes and was frightened by what I saw. Fear and pain showed through those eyes of eternal happiness and love. Tears welled up in my eyes and my throat went dry as she began the talk that would change my life forever.
"Trish, I went to the doctor today. He said my heart is doing fine…" she choked back tears as I shook my head in impatience. "What could be so bad? Your heart is fine," I reasoned, but I knew that something was terribly wrong. Grace tilted her head down so I would not see the tears that cascaded down her cheeks, but it was in vain, for she knew I could see more than just her tears; I could see her pain and her fear. I looked at her with pleading eyes as she blurted out "I have cancer, Trish." My hand shot up to my mouth as I shook my head in disbelief and the tears threatened to spill over. "No…" was all I could utter before I cried out in anguish. I don't know how long we sat there just holding each other, but eternity wouldn't of been long enough.
That night, I was sitting on my roof outside my bedroom window as I gazed up at the stars that spilled across the sky. I leaned my head against the windowsill and looked up, silently questioning heaven with my tears and cries. I heard a noise and turned my head to see Grace climbing out the window, slowly sitting down next to me, not saying a word. We sat like that for awhile, just listening to the crickets incessant chirping and watching the heavens in wonder. Shooting across the sky was a bright and glorious star, one that I knew would eventually burn out, never to be seen again.
"Make a wish, quick," Grace said quietly.
"I don't believe in wishing on stars anymore" I hoarsely answered. "All the wishing in the world can't stop your cancer," I bitterly added.
Grace looked up at the sky and said, "I still believe. When I was little I used to look up and wish on all the shooting stars. Do you know what I would wish for?" I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to stop the tears. "I would wish that we would be friends forever, the kind that can never be replaced."
I looked into her eyes and saw their sincerity, then asked, "What did you wish on this one?"
She looked up at the sky again, the moonlight casting a glow on her soft face. "I wished that we would be friends forever, the kind that can never be replaced," she replied softly. I leaned my head on her shoulder, and she rested her head on mine. We sat there in silence, watching the sky, praying that this moment would never end.