"Woah," I said as I walked into Sarah's room. There was seriously like a hundred flowers and dozens of balloons along with piles of stuffed animals and stacks of candy. Get well cards and signs cover the wall and Sarah was sitting on her bed tearing up envelopes.
She looked up, "no crying okay?"
"Okay," I nodded. "It's been a rough few days?"
"You have no idea," she breathed. "Suddenly everyone cares about me now that I'm a cancer patient," she laughed and I did too even though we both knew it wasn't funny. "Never brings me roses. I hate them," she says staring angrily at the piles of them on her dresser.
"I didn't," I assured holding out a book. She took it and the surprise on her face made me smile.
"This is perfect," she whispered.
It's a hard copy of her all time favorite book, The Fault in our Stars. She didn't talk much about it, but when she did it was so obvious how in love she was with the book.
"People look at me like it's the last time they are going to see me. They all cry and tell me how great I am, even though I haven't done anything great. My mom hasn't yelled at me all week," she said sadly.
"Who cares if you have," I swallowed hard. "Cancer. Or if you're out running a marathon, you're still the same Sarah to me."
"Promise?"
"I promise," I said locking pinkies.