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…


12. Day Twelve

Rose woke up before me on the twelfth day. Her thin, pale figure swept past me as I went to make breakfast in the apartment’s kitchen.“Rose, how did you manage to get up so early?” I complained as I saw her sitting fully dressed on the sofa.

“Simple, I realised that I have twelve days left to live... and that I’m on my honeymoon.” Rose replied, her voice slightly angry.

“Aw Baby, come give me a hug. Lucas will make you a-okay again.” I said with my arms outstretched. Rose walked over and sat on my lap. I wrapped my big, muscled arms around her and let her cry into my chest.

“You have been the best husband ever.” She cried.

“Your point is?”

“That I don't want to leave all the good things behind.”

“Aw. Rose, I promise you that all the good things will stay that way. If heaven does exist then I’ll make sure all the good things will be here for you to look down upon.” I whispered into her ear, I hated it when she was crying like this, when the cancer got to her, she always had a slightly depressed element about her.

“Thank you Lucas.” She whimpered, her tears slightly drying.

“No problem.” I smiled weakly. It was paining me that I couldn’t do anything about her sadness, about her depression or the cancer. Rose continued to cry for quite a while, but I was always there to make sure that she was okay. I left her on the sofa at one point so that I could call her father.

“Hello.” Rose’s father answered the phone.

“Hello Mr Parker. We’re in Spain and I wanted to tell you that we’re okay, but also that Rose’s condition is deteriorating daily. I trust that you and Mrs. Parker have all of the party details finalized?” I reported.

“Aw. Make sure that you look after my Rose. Yes Boy, we have everything ready for when you get back with her.” He replied smoothly.

“Thank you and goodbye.” I said.

“Goodbye Son.”

The whole conversation sounded like we were on a killing mission or something, or spy movie maybe. But I needed to get my points across fast before Rose realised that I wasn’t just on the toilet.

“Where are you Honey?” Rose called.

“I’m just coming!” I called back.

I sprinted into the living room.

“I have our plan of the day ready!” I shouted.

“Okay, please don't shout. What’s the plan?” Rose said quietly.

“The plan is that we are going to go shallow water snorkelling and rock pooling –serious stuff Rose. I believe that you haven’t done either of them before.” I explained, trying to hold back a chuckle about the fact that Rose had never snorkelled or Rock Pooled before in her life.

“You’re right. I love the sea though!” Rose squealed. I quickly went into the bedroom and collected our wetsuits. Rose needed a wetsuit, even when she was just swimming; it would make all the difference between making or breaking her condition. I needed to keep her body temperature up, so she would still have a chance to fight the cancer without her body trying to stabilize her own temperature.

“Put it on” I ordered.

“Yes Captain!” Rose laughed. We both got changed into the wetsuits; they were a bit tight for my liking.

“These are a bit tight.” I complained, trying to remove the wedgie that I had been given by the wetsuit.

“You think?” Rose laughed. I looked at her. Rose had her bald head stuck inside the wetsuit.

“Let me help you.” I said. I pulled the wetsuit over her head so that she could put it on properly. As her head emerged I stared into her eyes. They were still by far the most beautiful thing about her. “Why do you have to be so god-damned beautiful?” I asked.

“I’m not, but why do you have to be so handsome?”

“I guess that there are some people that are just made equal so that they are made for each other.” I whispered.

“Well at least we know we’ll be together for life!” Rose giggled.

“Before we do this, are you sure that you’re well enough to snorkel and rock pool?” I asked.

“YES. Now stop interrogating me and let get in the water.”

We literally ran down to the shoreline with snorkel gear in our hands. I jumped into the first wave, the cool water washing against my face.

“I’m already in heaven.” I laughed, Rose was already snorkelling.

“They have such clear waters here!” She commented.

“And the fish are all ones we don't see that often.” I added. We snorkelled for what seemed like hours, and I was already worn out. I could see that Rose was tired, but we started rock pool hunting anyway. I was really bad but Rose was able to find some cool looking creatures within minutes.

“Show off.” I huffed as she dropped the fish back in the sea.

“Then don't ask me to hunt through rock pools with you!” Rose laughed.

“Okay... my bad.” I muttered. I couldn’t even beat a dying person at snorkelling.

I gave up in the end. I sat on the beach and watched Rose hunt through the rock pools. She looked at her best out there. But then a big wave came, and she didn't see it in time. I found her on the beach a few hours later. Her bald head was grazed from the sand and rocks. I held her in my arms. My poor little Rose was hurt again. It didn't look like she was breathing at first so I held her in my arms and started crying. I began muttering things about cancer and death. Eventually she came round, and I was literally thanking god for resurrecting her. She seemed okay after that. I gave her a piggy-back to the hotel and we made it just in time because Rose was hungry and tired. I looked at her as I sat her down on the hotel’s restaurant chair. You could see all of her ribs sticking through her wetsuit.

“Gosh, you are getting skinny Rose.” I commented.

“Lymphoma” Rose muttered through gritted teeth. We ordered simple English steaks because my taste buds needed something a little less exotic. Rose finished her helping in seconds. It was good to see that she was hungry. She even ordered herself ice-cream for dessert. When we went to sleep that night, I actually thought that maybe, she was cured.


But, the clock was still ticking...

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