I sat in my uncomfortable plane seat and stared out the window. I saw the flight attendant tell me something, but I didn't hear her. I shook my head, waking my self from the foggy numbness my body had set into. I asked her to repeat herself; she wanted me to buckle my seat belt. I did. The plane started to move and I laid back in my seat, hoping to fall asleep. It took me three hours, but eventually my depressed body allowed the black nothingness to take over.
I packed my bags and headed out to the car. Dave told me we still had an hour until the van would leave. I nodded and walked to the bus stop and took a train to the park. Once I was there, I found a secluded spot and sat down. I pulled a match out of my pocket and lit it. With my other hand, I pulled out all the notes and pictures from Kylie. I brought the match to the paper memories and watched my last bit of Kylie rise into the air as smoke. I walked back to the van, sat in my seat, and blasted Drown through my headphones on repeat. My thoughts were centered at Kylie when I fell in to the inky depths of sleep.
A/N: That is it! Cancer+Me=Love is officially over! I am sad to see this one go. But don't worry, the sequel will be here soon. It will be titled 'Our Chemical Romance'. (Alex Schneider, If you read this don't laugh. And yes this is a play on the band's name, My Chemical Romance!)
I would like to thank each and every one of you who have read this book. Without you guys, I don't know how this book would actually exist. I love you all, my penguins!
(P.S. I will post a sneak peak of the next book soon!)