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…


3. Day Three

n the hotel Rose was lying flat on her back sweating an ocean. Sweats were said to be a main effect of Lymphoma. Rose tried her best to smile when she woke up in the morning, I could see that she was trying her best to smile, and to hide her pain. I couldn’t stand seeing her in that much pain, and not doing anything about it. So I called an ambulance.

Soon the doctors arrived and took Rose into an ambulance. I jumped in my car and followed them. Tears were running down my face.

My Rose, My poor Rose.

That was the only thought that was going through my head. It had finally hit me, Rose was dying. I don't know what happened in my head, but the thick skin I had been growing for so long broke, and there was nothing I could do to stop my emotions overflowing. I composed myself and walked through the doors to Roses bed. There were a few doctors crowded around her bed, pulling tubes out of her frail body, and changing them for different ones. The sight scared me. It made it look like Rose was being kept alive by someone else, and that I couldn’t be the person helping her at all. The doctor called me out of the room when I began to whimper slightly.

“It’s her cancer; it’s getting worse isn’t it?” I whispered. As a man I never usually cry, but this time I let silent tears stain my cheeks, and I let my lips tremble as I awaited an answer. The doctor looked me in the eyes, and nodded slightly, his eyes filled with sadness.

“Unfortunately yes, she is beginning to deteriorate. She can try different types of therapy in England, but we cannot promise anything. She may die sooner than the English doctors thought.” The Italian doctor replied, running his hands over his bald head. He held out one hand, and I shook it firmly. That was all I needed, the respect from another man to prove that I was dealing with the situation in the right way.

But then I winced, realising what the doctor had told me. What did they mean, sooner than they thought? Originally the doctor had only estimated that she was going to live for a few months, now they estimate a few weeks. How could one girl be put through so much pain? It wasn’t right.

“Will the treatment help her with the pain?” I asked hopefully. The doctor looked at his shoes, out of the window and then at me.

“It might, we have never thought about the pain aspect of it before though.” The doctor replied thoughtfully. I knew then that there wasn’t really anything I could do; I really was just a helpless boyfriend to her. There was no way to numb her pain.

I walked back into the room where Rose was staying and held her hand. “Let’s get out of here.” I said. Rose looked at me, her eyes still shining, but slightly dimmer than they had been before the sweats had occurred.

When Rose was allowed to leave we walked around Rome for a short while, as I made arrangements for a private jet to pick us up in a few hours time, to drop us at Heathrow do we could get home and I could then look after Rose properly.

“Baby, I’m scared.” Rose whispers.

“How can I help you?” I ask.

“Don’t ever leave me, and don’t ever die before me. Promise me that we will do something amazing, because I heard the doctor… I have three weeks to live.” She muttered.

I got down on one knee, in front of the Roman coliseum.  

“Rose, you may only have three weeks to live, but I want us to be together eternally together. Will you marry me?” I asked, looking at her through my hopeful eyes. I had planned on marrying Rose after the summer was over, but she wouldn’t have until the end of summer.

“YES, YES, YES!!!” She screamed. Rose was showing the most amount of energy that I had seen from her since we had arrived in Italy. I placed the ring on her index finger; it was a tiffany’s diamond ring of course. I smiled; through all the pain that she had shown over the last few days this was the most excitement that she had managed to show.

We left the coliseum swiftly, and got a cab to the airport.

“I never thought you’d propose to me.” Rose gasped as we drove to the airport. She looked pretty amazed at the fact that I had proposed, as she played with the ring on her slender finger. I thought about it, and it was a pretty spontaneous thing to do, and although spontaneous, there was reasoning to why I dropped on one knee in the middle of Rome, well, there were several reasons.

a)      Because I love Rose and wanted to marry her.

b)      Because Rome is a romantic city.

c)       I wasn’t sure how much time I’d have left to propose to her, and then marry her.


“Thank you.”  Rose whispered. She pulled me into one of her kisses and lied back on the seats of the private jet. She fell asleep. Just twenty-one days of Roses life were left. Just four days until we’re get married. 

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