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…


7. Day Seven

Rose woke up in excitement.

“I'M GETTING MARRIED IN ONE DAY!” She screamed the moment she woke up, and then in sarcastic excitement “I’M DYING IN SEVENTEEN DAYS!” Although I could tell that the death excitement was fake she seemed truly happy about getting married. I woke up at her exited screaming and stared at her face against the pillows.

Rose’s skin was becoming whiter and her eye’s blacker with everyday that went on. On day seven her eyes were pure black, there was just a small spec of blue left.

“You are so beautiful Rose.” I whispered.

“No I'm not.” She argued.

“You are Rose, believe in yourself. You may be dying but that hasn’t taken away any of your beauty.”

“Do you promise to tell me if I ever look ugly?” She asked.

“I promise.”

“I want a baby.” Rose blurted out.

“WHAT?” I screamed.

“It’s the one experience I’ll never have, raising a child. But you can’t get pregnant and have a baby in seventeen days, can you?” She asked.

“No, but I have an idea that just might work. Get washed and dressed; I need to make a phone call.” I ordered Rose.

“Okay Boss.” She said sarcastically as she trotted off into the bathroom.

I pulled out my phone and made the call. Rose cam back in the room the moment I hung up.

“So, who did you just call, and what’s about to happen?” Rose asked with one of her eyebrows raised.

“We are going to go and get your baby. Her name is Lily; she’s only a few weeks old. Her mother will be there so be careful when you take the baby away.” I explained.

We jumped into the car. Luckily Rose made it without hitting her head on any of the bars or furniture in the car.

“What will the mother bite me?” Rose laughed.

“She might, I don't know.” I replied.

Rose had a puzzled expression on her face. Dying or not, it was still fun to confuse Rose.

As we pulled up at the owners house Rose took my hand.

“I’m going to be a mother!” She squealed.

“Rose I think I need to explain that we are getting a puppy, not a child. I wanted us to adopt a child, but they have a two year waiting list.” I explained.

“Oh...” She whispered sounding a bit embarrassed. I think she really thought that we were getting a child. I felt really bad about that because Rose would’ve made a perfect mother because she always cared about other people more than herself.

Going into the house Rose was still exited, she had always wanted a puppy. Rose was never allowed one because of the Landlords. But we owned the castle, and that meant that we could make our own rules. The first rule Rose made was that animals were allowed, mine was that they had to be looked after.

The little bundle of fur we were given opened its little eyes to see Rose. I don't know if puppies can smile, but it certainly looked like Lily did.

“Woof.” It said to Rose.

“I love you more.” Rose replied to it. I looked at the puppy’s mother. She was a big dog, a brown Labrador. She had twenty puppies lying around her, some drinking her milk and another few climbing on her face. The mother was called Star, because she was the best dog for breeding. But, she looked tired with all the puppies, so I made a quick decision.

“Can we have a boy as well?” I asked.

“Sure, what one would you like?” May replied. May was the best animal breeder in Surrey.

I looked at the boy puppies. There was one that looked lonely and was separated from the others. May saw that I liked him.

“That’s Lukas. He’s not very fond of the others because he had a different mother, but she died.”  May told me.

“Lukas and Lily, Lucas and Rose... That's pretty similar.” I thought out loud. Rose smiled. Lily was apparently the queen of the puppies. Already she had a shiny coat and little cute eyes, the others still looked like they were just born. Lily had matured faster, and Lukas was the most handsome puppy I had ever seen. He had a good coat and big black eyes. He was blond and Lily was brown. They were perfect. They were the perfect wedding present.

“The names are a bonus.” Rose laughed.

“Yeah, I like the way they spell Lukas rather than the way I spell my name.”

“I like Lily, she’s a flower. Just like me. Now we have to kids, Lukas Hunt and Lily Hunt!” Rose squealed.

“And soon there will be a Rose Hunt.” I added.

“There will be tomorrow.” Rose said thoughtfully.

“You’ll be the most beautiful Hunt yet.” I smiled.

“What about your mother?” Rose asked.

“She had shoulder length blonde hair, and had big blue eyes. She was beautiful, just like you.” I sighed.

“She meant a lot to you.” Rose said.

“She was my all. But then it seems that everything I love always dies.” I cried.

“I'm sorry.” Rose whispered.

“It's not your fault Lucas. It's nobody’s fault I’m dying, it was nobody’s fault that your mother died either. We both had or have cancer that's all there is to it.” Rose comforted me. We drove to the new pet store to buy food, drinks, clothes, bedding and a load of other stuff for our new babies.

“Just out of interest, what are the other symptoms of Lymphoma getting worse?” I asked.

“Painless lumps in your neck, armpits or groin are the most common. But I could also suffer from weight loss, fever, night sweats, Itchiness, weakness, breathlessness, also neck and face swelling.” Rose listed.

I thought about it, Rose had lost a lot of weight. She had been having night sweats, she was always scratching her back, and I had to carry her sometimes because she was so weak, she became breathless just walking to the car, and her face was swollen when she first woke up.

“Rose you suffer from all of those!” I gasped.

“Yes I’m dying you dummy. Now let’s get home, the dog food’s getting cold.” With that we left the shop.

There were seventeen days left. We were getting married in one day.

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