Hey everyone. I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 because it only gets worse from here on out. Sorry…kinda. Anyway I hope you like this chapter, it gets kinda sad. Yea…I also changed the genres to friendship and tragedy instead of drama. I think that fits better.

Side note: Do you guys like the name I picked for the OC? I guess I've been wanting to reread Pride and Prejudice.

Chapter 2:

It felt as though everything had changed after that. Their constant meetings had dwindled and they barely had any contact with one another and it was driving her mad. Did her petty insecurities ruin her blooming friendship with Darcy? The thought of Darcy being upset at her, pushed Moira away from a more rational assumption about Darcy's absence, such as Darcy being hurt. Moira was never close to anyone and now that she was, she went and wrecked it.

A few weeks went by without Moira seeing Darcy. She wasn't around campus either. Something wasn't right. It's damn near impossible to pass a university level course, especially one you never attend.

Moira panicked. Her selfish desire to hang out with Darcy was trivial, but her desire to see Darcy alive and well was much more important.

Moira went running to Darcy's dorm room. When the thought hit her. How could she have been so stupid? Her one and only friend could be dead and it took her weeks to realize it.

She banged on Darcy's room door pleading for an answer and to her relief, the door opened. Before her stood ablonde girl, that might have been just as beautiful as Darcy that was rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Can I help you?" she asked. The despair on Moira's face said it all, "Where's Darcy?!" The girl covered her ears upon hearing the shrill of Moira's voice.

"You must be the Moira she was telling me about." Darcy's roommate was exhausted and cranky. Moira had just disturbed her afternoon nap. The girl continues despite being noticeably bothered, "She went home." That response almost stopped Moira's heart. It was bad news, but much better than her being dead.

"Went home? What do you mean? We are in the middle of the semester!"

"Hey don't yell at me. I'm just telling you what I know," the blonde answered with her arms up in the air.

"Well has she told you to tell me anything else?" anxiety overcame Moira's voice and it began to rise with every second of her being at Darcy's dorm room.

The girl tried to swiftly close the door while responding, "No that's about it." But she did know about how desperate Moira was.

Moira stopped the door closing with one bare hand. She looked frail, but she was far from it. There was a fire in her eyes that struck fear into Darcy's poor roommate. The girl didn't understand how serious the situation was. "Where is she staying?" Moira asked, her voice depraved of all kindness. The blonde froze and answered, "I said she went home."

"I know that. What is her address?" Moira pressed her question. She was going to get a real answer whether the blonde liked it or not.

Darcy's roommate had no option but to give Moira the address. Her original upfront lazy attitude was soon replaced by the fear that Moira evoked. In fact, the only reason she had Darcy's address was in case Darcy left something and needed it returned to her. The roommate hated giving Moira Darcy's address. She was worried that Moira might actually be a threat to Darcy, but she didn't want to throw her own life into the mix so she gave Moira the address. Without a second thought Moira rushed to Darcy's home. She had to make sure her best friend was alright.

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Darcy's place was about eight hours from campus in a secluded area, but it was a ride she was willing to wait out and miss class for. Several thoughts ran through Moira's mind while making that trip. Mainly thoughts of Darcy's parents passed her thoughts. Such as: who are they? What do they look like? Do they know about her existence? Moira feared the thought of meeting Darcy's parents. What if they didn't like her? She hated the idea of their first meeting causing some sort of confrontation when she knew nothing about them.

Once Moira arrived at Darcy's home, she took short notice of the home's appearance: small and wooden as if it was hiding in the forested area it was in. Then her mind returned to her friend and she was unable to hold her composure. She rushed to the house and banged on the door ferociously while shouting, "Darcy! Are you there?! Open up it's me, Moira." She could hear the sound of footsteps trailing towards the door. They were light and gracious. It had to be Darcy.

Moira stood up straight anticipating the door to open. When the door opened, there Darcy stood before her, as beautiful as ever. Despite having exhaustion written all over her eyes, messy hair, and wearing pajamas past noon, she looked alright. "Darcy!" Moira shouted while she wrapped her arms around her friend. Moira could feel the exhale Darcy released. Was she not happy to see her? Tears poured from Moira's eyes once she released Darcy from her embrace.

"Hello Moira," her friend said unenthusiastically. The girl didn't bother to hug Moira back. Moira's concern grew.

"…I-is everything alright?" Moira's heart hurt having to ask the question, but better to get straight to the problem to ease her mind.

"Did you really come all this way to ask me that?" Darcy questioned.

Moira almost gasped. Did she really ask her that? Moira paused for a minute before speaking again. "I came here to make sure you are alright. I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks and what is this about quitting school? What's the matter with you?!" She didn't mean to burst out at the one she held closest to her heart, but her emotions were bottled up for too long. Darcy sighed once more and replied, "Come inside Moira."

She stepped aside and allowed Moira into her home. The redhead was shocked at how much…stuff was in her house. Much like the outside of her house, the inside was covered with just as much green. Her home was filled with plants some native to the area she was in and many foreign plants. Moira knew Darcy loved plants, but she didn't know that she loved them that much. Darcy guided her to a seat in her living room.

Besides all of the plants, the actual décor was also very rustic looking. In fact, Moira had no idea where Darcy would have gotten such antique furniture. It was as if Moira stepped back into a time machine. Moira brought up a lighter conversation by asking, "So, where are your parents?" Darcy answered, "I don't live with them, we don't speak much."

Bad question, bad question. She shouldn't have asked that.

Moira smiled nervously, "Oh I'm sorry to hear that." At least Moira didn't have to worry about bothering Darcy's parents with her presence anymore.

Darcy lashed back, "I'm not! They were never supportive of my life decisions."

Moira didn't bother to ask what decisions she was talking about, why upset her further? Regardless, Darcy told her anyway, "Both my mother and father despise my passion in life. They enjoy using Earth's natural resources, yet mock me for wanting to preserve it. It's better if I'm not around them."

Moira folded her hands together and allowed her thumbs to play with each other. Wow, that was…heavy. Darcy paced back and forth while Moira just stared at the girl. She probably agitated herself with her own thoughts, but that gave Moira time to fully grasp Darcy's poor hygiene. The redhead looked gently at the standoffish girl before asking, "What is wrong with you Darcy?" Moira's voice was firm and demanding. She wasn't going to let this just slide.

A strange atmosphere fell over the room and Darcy stopped moving. She didn't bother to look in Moira's direction as she answered, "I'm sick Moira." Really? Is that her excuse? "Sick enough to miss a month's worth of school?!" Moira got defensive despite this situation not being about her. The next set of words Darcy was going to whisper would also throw Moira for a loop, "Its terminal."

Moira almost fainted. This was horrible. Her entire life felt meaningless in a matter of seconds, but she kept her composure for Darcy. "When…when did you find out?" Moira's voice was devoid of all feeling and Darcy didn't appreciate her tone, but answered her question anyway, "I learned of my illness before the semester started, but I kept it under wraps wanting to continue on with my regular life." Darcy's voice was filled with depression, but her face did not show it.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just couldn't!" she shouted. "You know my parents believe its karma for not following in their field of work, but its hereditary. They did this to me. It's as if they expected me to be a failure." Darcy looked at her hands and slowly curled them into fists filled with tension. Moira rose immediately from her seat and stood in front of Darcy, "Is that why you didn't tell me? Because you think I have the same mindset as your parents?" Darcy's words hurt Moira more than the news of her illness. How could she possibly feel that way about her?

"I didn't mean it like that," Darcy clarified.

"Then what?" Moira questioned, "You know you can tell me anything. What stopped you?"

"Because I didn't want to have this conversation with you. Why do you think I was trying to force us apart? I can't handle that look on your face." Telling her best friend that she was dying wasn't an easy task, nor was there ever a proper time to mention it.

"So you thought it was better if I learned that you just died one day?!" Moira raised her voice, she didn't mean for it to, but she didn't see the rationale of Darcy's thought process. Darcy looked down ashamed of herself, "No."

If Moira didn't feel like a jerk before, she did then. Of course Darcy was thinking of her and it was stupid for her to assume otherwise. Moira dragged herself back to her chair and slumped, placing her face into the palms of her hands. "There must be something we can do, there must be a way to treat this," she stated. There's no way in hell she can just lose her best friend to some faulty genes.

Darcy tilted her head, "There isn't a way, but if there was a way, it would be more than I can afford." Darcy's voice calmed as she placed a hand on Moira's shoulder, but Moira swatted her hand away. "No Darcy, there is a way to combat this! I just have to figure out a way for the cells in your body to reverse any potential damage or train them to ignore any incorrect codes being sent from your DNA to the nuclei of your cells. I…I can do that."

Darcy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Moira actually wants to alter the cells in her body, reprogram them. Yes that type of science has been heard of, but it's pricy and has no guarantee of working. She smiled at the suggestion though. They were just students, even if it was possible that knowledge was beyond that of what Moira has learned. "As wonderful as that sounds, let's be realistic, it won't work."

Moira lashed out, "It can work Darcy! I just have to try!" She knew that type of science was beyond her education level, but she can do it. She will do it. All she needs is time.

"Listen to me Moira, I am fine with how I am now. I do not wish to get "treated" and drag out my suffering. I'd rather it happen on its own," Darcy explained. "Please understand."

The corners of Moira's mouth twitched. Darcy refused to see the rational side of this. "You want some illness to get the better of you?!" Rage was in her eyes. How could she do this to herself? Why would she want this for herself? She must have gone insane already.

Another second of silence fell upon the duo. This one more dreadful than the last.

Tears wallowed up in Darcy's eyes as she shouted at Moira, "Out! Get out!"