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…


23. Day Twenty-Three

One estimated day was left. Rose looked pale and weak, so nothing much had changed. Petal, Sammy, and Samantha were playing down on the beach as soon as they woke up; this made me smile because it proved that Rose knew more about children and what they like than what I did at the time.

“Kids, we need to talk!” I shouted to get their attention.

“Yes father.” Samantha replied in her posh British accent.

“The reason why Rose won’t be here after the next few days is because she’s dying of Lymphoma, and will die within the next week, or days. I’m telling you this now so you know that she will die, and aren’t suddenly shocked when she does die.” I said.

“Are you scared as well?” Samantha asked, her voice quiet, almost at a shameful whisper. I could tell that Samantha’s heart was breaking, like mine did when I found out that Rose was dying, foe her, it must’ve been hard. Losing two sets of parents in a matter of days would’ve been hard for anyone.

“Yes, for a very long time. I’m sorry you have lost your parents as well, but I promise to be here for you, always.” I explained. Looking into Samantha’s eyes, making sure she believed my every word. She needed to believe my every word, no matter what, she needed to believe me.

I went back inside, content with the fact that I had managed to explain Rose’s condition to the children without collapsing into a fit of tears. Rose was finally up and was in her own swimming costume, which was far too baggy around her thin, fragile body.

Immediately she went into the freezing cold English water, no matter how many times I had tried to protest against it. I didn't want her to get ill, more so than she already was. “Isn’t this lovely?” She called out from the sea. I think she was beginning to go blue, but was still swimming and splashing around happily. After an hour of watching them all play in the water I noticed that Rose looked in more pain than before. “Are you okay Rose?” I asked.                              

“I’m a little cold, but nothing major.” Rose smiled, breathing in some of the fresh, cool sea air. It was good for her lungs. I soon jumped in with them and had a little play, but it was too cold for me to do much.


We then all went in for lunch, trembling with the cold. I made us all ham sandwiches that Rose didn't eat and apple crisps that Rose took nibbles from. We were all a Smurf-like blue from the cold. The only thing left to do was to laze around and watch television. I wanted to do something really spectacular that day, but we just did something normal. I thought she was going to die the next day, and so I spent the whole night revising every inch of her in my memory so that I could never forget her. Rose was a person that was too important to forget.

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