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Cancer
1 ReviewsI AM SORRY FOR THE SHITTINESS OF THIS STORY
“Pull over there.” She was pointing at a brownstone building; all the lights were off, except for the streetlamps next to the steps.
Mikey pulled up by the curb and stopped the engine. Elsa got out of the car and went to sit on the steps. Somewhat confused (even though by now, he probably shouldn’t have been), he followed her out of the car and sat next to her.
Covered in the glowing light from the lamp, she hugged her knees to her chest and stared at the passing cars.
“I’m sorry for making you spend your Friday night with me and bringing you to random places,” she finally said.
“It’s fine.” He had nothing better to do, anyway. “This is more fun than hanging around at a lame dance,” he told her.
“And I’m sorry I keep talking about my sister. I just don’t see her that much anymore, and I miss her.”
“Don’t apologize for that. It’s better to love your sister and miss her than not care about her or anything.”
Elsa sighed and rested her chin on her knees. Mikey looked up at the sky. The moon was completely full, and really bright. He couldn’t see the stars like he could in his backyard at home.
The cars stopped at the red light. It was quiet again.
“She has cancer.”
Mikey whipped his head around. “What?”
Looking closely, he saw tears slipping down Elsa’s face, splashing onto her jeans. “Yeah, it’s been bad for a while, but yesterday we found out that it’s getting more aggressive. Sh-she’s probably going to… die soon.”
How was he supposed to respond to that?
Elsa put her face in her hands and started crying. Her shoulders were shaking erratically, and sobs escaped her mouth.
He gathered her in his arms and hugged her, letting her stay there for a while.
Mikey pulled up by the curb and stopped the engine. Elsa got out of the car and went to sit on the steps. Somewhat confused (even though by now, he probably shouldn’t have been), he followed her out of the car and sat next to her.
Covered in the glowing light from the lamp, she hugged her knees to her chest and stared at the passing cars.
“I’m sorry for making you spend your Friday night with me and bringing you to random places,” she finally said.
“It’s fine.” He had nothing better to do, anyway. “This is more fun than hanging around at a lame dance,” he told her.
“And I’m sorry I keep talking about my sister. I just don’t see her that much anymore, and I miss her.”
“Don’t apologize for that. It’s better to love your sister and miss her than not care about her or anything.”
Elsa sighed and rested her chin on her knees. Mikey looked up at the sky. The moon was completely full, and really bright. He couldn’t see the stars like he could in his backyard at home.
The cars stopped at the red light. It was quiet again.
“She has cancer.”
Mikey whipped his head around. “What?”
Looking closely, he saw tears slipping down Elsa’s face, splashing onto her jeans. “Yeah, it’s been bad for a while, but yesterday we found out that it’s getting more aggressive. Sh-she’s probably going to… die soon.”
How was he supposed to respond to that?
Elsa put her face in her hands and started crying. Her shoulders were shaking erratically, and sobs escaped her mouth.
He gathered her in his arms and hugged her, letting her stay there for a while.
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