She counts the teardrops that fall from the gloomy sky as she puts on one ear to the clock as it ticks another second and the other ear pays attention to what the doctor has to say.588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQWou3jcTSX
“The tumor in your brain has become malignant.” He tells her apologetically. “It’s growing quite faster than we thought. I’m sorry.”
She looks up at him to see that his eyes glitter with sadness. But it doesn’t match hers. Why do salubrious people always apologize to sick people? It’s not like they’re the ones dying in the process. Still, it didn’t stop them for feeling sorry. It’s kind of getting on her gut but she let the skies do the crying for her sake.588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmpGf1oGYd
He’s a good man. She thought. He has always been a good man. Dr. Newman—her doctor.588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPpC3uvQA25
But she doesn’t want to cry. Well, she would but at least not in front of him or his furniture. Besides, she already knows the prognosis before it was even released into the air like pollution. She feels like the sickness had always been with her like a tattoo. She was branded for life. But she wasn’t afraid.588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAUNcdkwzRs
She was sad, of course but she was ready. At least she was trying to be. And so, she smiles up at him and she puts on her bravest face.588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMf7xrX0k9
“How much time?”588Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMHqKVKfXH
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