The Days Before She Died

My name is Lucas Hunt,
The chances are you’ve never heard of me, never met me, and don’t even know who I am. I was a boy; I am now a man, with scruffy brown hair, big blue eyes and a body that all girls adore. This all means nothing to me. I don’t need or want the girls anymore, because the girl I truly love died. Rose is dead. I try not to think of her as dead, because she’s still alive in my heart. I live with the painful thoughts of her death, and the happiness of her smile. It’s the greatest of contradictions. That’s what I remember most though, her smile. But at least I Know that she died a happy woman because of what we did in the days before she died…

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15. Day Fifteen

Rose woke up early, three in the morning to be exact, and went straight over to Roses cot.“Who’s my little girl?” Rose asked while rubbing the growing lump on her neck.

“Petal” Replied little Petal, squirming in Roses grasp. Rose was the perfect mother, you could see it even in the way she held Petal, there was so much love and tenderness in that split second that I watched them, a seldom tear traced the length of my face.

“That’s right.” Rose cooed. Rose only had nine days left, and so she felt the need to do everything that a mother usually does during a Childs life. I personally thought this was rather ridiculous because there was no way that she could take a baby through the boyfriend and teenage steps of life. It was fun to watch her try though. I brought little Petal a beautiful outfit. It was all pink and designer. She looked the part. We were taking her out for her first proper outdoor meal. Rose thought it would be a good idea if we took her to a café in London. Rose sipped on her coffee, occasionally stopping to gasp for air.

“Are you okay there Rose?” I asked.

“Yeah, just breathless, that’s all. And then my whole body is itchy, but then I’m just going to have to live it out.” She laughed at the last bit because, she wouldn’t live it out. She would just die with it. Rose began to scratch the lumps on her neck again, even though she was told that they’d be painless. Petal began to suck on biscotti biscuits and chew on the table, normal baby stuff. We were getting coos from other mothers in the café. With Roses headscarf and a dad that was going to be single in a few days, the people looked really sympathetic. I could hear whispers of our names amongst the people, but I chose to either ignore them or shoot glares at people. Both methods appeared to work.

“What are you doing?” Rose asked.

“I’m stopping any unwanted attention.” I replied.

“The baby wants the attention.” Rose said. I was sick of all the cooing and sympathy. The baby had almost made Rose lazy.

“We have a plan to follow today Rose.” I said.

“And what would that be?” Rose asked.

“Today we are supposed to be opening up the shop!” I shouted. Rose and Petal both gave me puppy eyes.

“Okay, let’s get food for the grand opening then.” Rose muttered. However, I could tell that she was slightly exited at the thought of opening her own shop.

After trailing round the shops in London endlessly, we came across ‘Patisserie Valerie’. They had the most amazing pastries and cakes. Petal was busy being complimented by the staff members that were busy feeding her odds and ends of chocolate. Rose was fussing over how many calories were in each cake, if I was dying, the last thing on my mind would be a calorie intake. Then, there was me. I chose the cake for the opening evening. I chose a beautiful chocolate gateaux cake, handmade for the event.

Taking it home on the trains was an issue because one of the guards thought it had a bomb in it. We got home by one in the afternoon and set up the shop with pastries and other foods for people to come and taste.

At three in the afternoon, we opened up the shop. People came flooding in, asking us about ‘Two Roses and a Lily’. We even got quite a few sales on items like soaps and girly stuff. Some people didn't buy anything but were donating fifty pound notes into the collection jars.

We had a few comments about how it was like a smelly charity shop, but they were soon dismissed when people realised the modern twist we had tried to portray. One person even wanted to buy the shop. I turned down the offer because it was the only job I could do once Rose was dead. The two dogs came into the shop as well, making the whole place as family orientated as possible.

“You’ve done a good job captain.” Rose commented.

“Thank you sailor” I laughed. We had been calling each other by those names since the night on the boat because it just suited us. Suddenly a man in a suit came over to us.

“Hello.” He said.

“Hi, what would you like sir?” I asked.

“People here keep telling me to come and hear your amazing story.” The man whispered sheepishly.

“Okay, well we are Mr and Mrs Hunt, we have a new adopted baby called Petal and two dogs. A couple of weeks ago Rose was diagnosed with Lymphoma, but it was passed the curable stage by a mile. We wanted to travel the world completely but other things came up. So, we decided that we would do all the key parts of life and hope for the best. Rose doesn’t have a lot of time left, but she knows that she will be loved forever and live on in our memories. I am scared because that will leave me as a single parent aged seventeen, and that lead to me opening this place to make sure I would be able to live properly when Rose does die.” I explained. The man’s jaw dropped.

“My name is Jonathan; I work for a book publishing company. I have never heard a story as heart-warming and heartbreaking as yours. I think that you should write a book or sell me the story.” Jonathan announced in quite a posh, expectant voice.

“I’ve already started writing a book Mr Jonathan.” I explained. “It's called ‘The Days before She Died’.” One again Jonathan looked shocked.

“Brilliant” He smiled. “I look forward to reading it. With that he left, and I think he was just after a good story to make him money, but I didn't care.

Petal had managed to make a mess all over the table, by throwing chocolates everywhere and smothering herself in strawberry fondue. This led to Rose and I being in hysterical laughter as we went behind the shop front to hose her down.

 

 Rose looked so healthy that day; it was like she was making a final break for freedom using all her strength. Poor Rose, poor Petal. 

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