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”Hi, Babe I’m home!” John calls as he walks through the door. He slams it hard, and I can tell it didn’t go well. I sigh to myself, because I knew this all along. It was so silly to let myself hope. To let us both hope. “I’m in the bedroom,” I call out, my voice shaking a little, but not to much. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become brighter and better. We had been together for about 2 years before I found out, dating ever since we left school at 18. We were so in love, everyone of my friends was jealous that their boyfriend didn’t look at them, the way John looked at me. We planned to be together forever, him promising to marry me, before my 25th birthday. We Yakacık escort would then move to Florida to start a family. But then the bruises came. Only small ones along my spine at first, but as the weeks went on they got bigger and bigger and doubling in number. When I finally agreed to go and see a doctor, my worst nightmare was confirmed. Leukemia. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by my side through all of it. He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always on the phone to people, who were talking about all kinds of cures. But I was growing weaker and weaker, getting thinner and thinner, feeling more dead than ever. But what John just came home to tell me is, that I have stopped responding to my treatment. I’m going to die. ”I’m sorry, Baby,” John says. He put his head in his hands Atalar escort bayan and sits on the end of the bed by my feet. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms round his neck, just breathing him in, because he makes me feel so alive. He sighs and puts his hands over top of mine. ”There is nothing you could have done,” I say to him, comforting. He doesn’t seem convinced. He seems like he wants to walk to earth to find a cure that might not even exist. He turns around and kisses me, gently because he’s afraid to hurt me. But I’m sick of people treating me like I’m so fragile! I wrap my legs round his waist and knot my fingers in his hair, holding his face to mine. He breaks away and trys to protest, but I stop him. “Just give me tonight, please.” And with that he lowers his lips back to mine, his arms wrapping around my waist. But it’s not enough. I want to get closer. I want Escort Kadıköy to feel him, really feel him, even if it is only for one last time. My hands slip under the back of his shirt and run my fingers over his smooth, soft skin. He feels so real, so alive! I clutch onto the fabric, tugging at it to get it of. Once its over his head, I throw it to the corner where it is forgotten. I run my hands over Johns perfect chest, tracing the his mussels with my fingers. He has my name tattooed, just above his heart. ‘Ella’, it says. I wonder is he will get a ‘R.I.P’ tattooed before it when I die. Johns hands slip under my own shirt, feeling me the same way I felt him. I don’t have a bra on as most days I don’t even go out of the house. He takes my shirt of, throwing it to the same corner I threw his to. He then begins to trace the curves of my breasts, my ribs and finally my belly button with his finger. To feel him touch me, want me, sends tingles all though my body. I feel as though I could cry for happiness. He slowly moves his hands lower, watching for my reaction to make sure its okay. I give him nothing but encouragement, as he strokes along the area just above the waistband, before slowly undoing the button on my jeans.

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