Okay so here's the second part of my story 'Anything, Phineas'. I'm probably going to have to do three parts if I want Ferb to have a say in all this. But we'll see how it goes. Also, I really don't know what Phineas' disease or whatever is, so if you know something like it and I get stuff wrong, it's just because I never do research for my stories and not the fault of the story itself. There are going to be no pairings in this, just brother/sister bonding and maybe brother/brother bonding. I wish they would do more of that in the actual episodes. Grr. Anyway, before I get off on a rant that has nothing to do with the story whatsoever, enjoy!
I knew I was going to have a relapse.
I knew all summer.
I had read up on my condition, and I knew that a lot of people like me didn't live very long.
I made every day the best day ever half because I didn't know how many days I had left.
Half because Candace said I could do anything.
When I was little, I idolized Candace.
I guess I still do.
She's smart, funny, caring – she's everything I want to be.
Buford says she's not all that I make her out to be, that she's mean and cruel and only wants to get us in trouble.
He doesn't know her like I do.
She's just a little overprotective, and she freaks out when she doesn't know what to do.
Maybe she doesn't care about me as much as I care about her.
Maybe she really does want us to get in trouble.
I don't care.
I'll always see her as I have my whole life.
Because she's the one who gave me wings, even if she worries about how high I fly.
Death is simple.
You just let go. You let go and drift far away into the darkness, then get sucked into the light.
Or at least that's what I've heard.
Living is hard. You have to fight every second to keep yourself from falling. You have to feel the pain of loss and hurt and guilt, the confusion of wrong and right and the shades of gray. You have to learn to tell the difference between people who love you and people who despise you, light and dark, good and bad, like and love. You have to reach beyond your limits to achieve your goals, push yourself to your breaking point to keep from becoming a face in the crowd, and create an original identity that is yours and yours alone without giving into the conformities of the world. You have to decide what to keep secret and what to share, and who to share it with.
You have to come to terms with the fact that your father doesn't have the time or the money or the patience for you.
You have to learn that sometimes even if you love someone they push you away.
You have to see beyond what others have the patience for to understand someone you love.
You have to try things you never thought possible to fill whatever hole seems too big to fill in your life.
And sometimes, you die.
And you leave life, wondering what you did wrong.
Yeah it's short, but I just wanted to put a little bit of Phineas' feelings in here, because in the show he's always an optimistic little dork (lovable optimistic little dork, but face it, it's true). And I also had to put a little part in here about how he thinks he did something wrong and that's why he's dying. And it looks like we'll be finishing this up in Ferb's pov. This should be interesting.