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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24. Day Twenty-Four

Day twenty-four, zero days left. We were all huddled around the bed that morning; just to see if she had died in the short early hours of the morning. She hadn’t. Rose woke up looking the same as every other day, much to my relief. At first she didn't believe herself when we told her she was still alive.

“Lucas, I’m alive....” Rose grinned, pulling me onto her, as she kissed me gently, and tried to skip into the kitchen, but she was too weak, and that was obvious. There was something about her that day, something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She just seemed like....life. It's hard to explain, she just looked like life. All the days before that, from day one, she had looked like death in a way, because we knew it was coming for her.  Making breakfast while Rose was in the living room was hard, it meant being away from her for a short amount of time. That was scary because I was scared that she was just going to drop dead.

In a way, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but there was still that little amount of worry in my mind that she would die in the split second that I wasn’t there.

After making breakfast we all sat on the sofa’s with the dogs and ate, everyone staring at Rose as she tried to stuff down a few spoonfuls of granola without choking. Swimming was next on the agenda; Rose did the same as the day before. But on day twenty-four you could hear load fog horns in the distance. Rose said they were the tunes of triumph, to say that she had made it past the expectations of everyone else.

 

Samantha made lunch that morning, which was very kind of her. It was so stupid of me, I didn't realise that she was already ten. We ate the pasta that Samantha made and again just lazed around the house again. It was pointless doing anything else. I phoned the doctor that night to say that she had made it through the day, he seemed very impressed, but told me not to dwell on the thought. Rose slept normally, and I didn't sleep at all. I sat hunched over her, waiting for her to stop breathing.

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