I'm still editing and changing this story. I wanted to find out what other people have to think about it.

“You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”

By anonymous

We had been friends forever, through school, uni, our first job through to our 20th job. We have always been there for each other when there was heartbreak, although most of it was mine. I wasn’t convinced it was going to work out. He decided it was his responsibility to convince me that we should be together. It was nighttime, and the moon was surrounded by clouds. It had just started to spit and there he was, standing in my front yard singing I'm Yours by Jason Mraz at the top of his lungs, loudly and awfully, with the radio joining in. He was so terrible that the dogs next door started howling.

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It was what happened later that I regret with utter remorse, if I could change what has happened I would in a heart beat.We had just moved in together, and the apartment was small and crowded with all of our stuff. My thousands of clothing items and pairs of shoes took up most of the space.

But we were happy; we didn’t care about how cramped it was.

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My stomach turned and my mouth began to feel like I had just swallowed acid. As I woke up and turned quickly on my side to vomit on the floor,luckily Jared had already left for work. God. It had been the third day in a row. I hope I’m not pregnant; it would cause too many complications. I have to find out now, my breathing starts to fasten. What if I am pregnant, oh my god. My skull began to thud. I tried to ignore it, grabbing my bag and running out of the house towards my car, fumbling with the keys, as my hands began to shake. My breathing became harsh as the panic set in. I finally managed to get the car door open, slamming it shut as I climbed inside, I just sat there breathing deeply, trying to calm down. I started the engine and drove off towards the pharmacy.

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Oh my God! Oh hell, oh shit. What the hell is wrong with me, if I'm not pregnant? I bought three packets, that's six tests! All of them negative. What the hell is wrong with me? I felt the tears start to fall down my cheeks, my chest hardening. It was getting hard to breathe. I slid down the wall, banging my head against it repeatedly. Jared came in just at that second. As soon as he saw me his smile disappeared and he rushed towards me.

"Emily? Emily, what's wrong?"

“I not pregnant”, I cried out.

He grabbed me into a tight hug and forced my head into his chest.

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“Why won’t you let me come in with you?” Jared said. His face was crinkled with worry lines and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

“Because I want to do this alone. Please understand…” The frustration was coming out in my voice. I turned towards the doctor’s office and entered.

“Please sit down Miss Andrews; I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

I could see from his face that I would not come out of this alive. I sat down on the one of the cushioned chairs across from him.

He breathed in harshly “I’m afraid you have cancer.”

My head started to thud again.

“What do you mean?” “How did I get it?”

“As a tumour grows inside the skull it presses on the surrounding brain tissues creating pressure. Both benign and malignant tumours may cause the brain around them to swell. The symptoms vary widely and depend on what part of the brain the tumour is pressing on. Sometimes when a tumour develops slowly, the symptoms develop so gradually that they are scarcely noticed.”

He paused.

“Yours is located in the anterior two-thirds of the cerebral hemispheres.

There’s nothing we can do. I’m afraid you’re going to die.”

My head was spinning from the shock of the information he was giving me, I began to feel nauseous, my heartbeat fastened. My palms began to sweat.

“How long?” I stammered out, looking down at the plain floor, so I couldn’t see his face.

“About 2 months. I’m sorry... You’ll need to talk to the counselor before you leave. She should be able to help you…..”

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“I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.”

By Pietro Aretino

Shit... How am I supposed to tell Jared? He wont want to let me go, what am I supposed to do? My head spun as I paced around the box side (would that be box-sized?) living room. How am I supposed to tell him that I'm going to die?

"Emily."

I looked up at the counsellor. She was looking at me with a worried expression across her face.

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Jared was sitting at the end waiting room, with his head between his knees. He looked up, grief crossed his face. I sat quietly next to him, as he put his arms around me.

“So are you going to tell me what the doctor said” he asked me quietly.

I let my breath slip through my lips. I began to fidget with my hands. Concentrating on how to put I have brain cancer and I’m dying into a sentence.

“I… I… I have brain cancer.”

Shock filled his face, his hand took mine and our fingers entwined.

“I only have 2 months to live and it’s going to get worse than this.”

He breathed in slowly, his eyes focused on the floor, the turned his face to look me in the eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here for you.”

The tears slid silently down my cheek as we held each other.

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“Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.”

By anonymous

Since telling Jared there had been more good day’s then bad days. But the bad days finally caught up to me in the end. I turned to Jared. I had already sorted out what to say to him when this day came. “Anyone can say they love someone....It's loving someone enough to let them go that will prove that love. You have to manage to prove that to me.” “

But what if I’m not ready to let you go?” he asked quietly.

“I’m afraid you just have to”. I smiled at him and as he looked sadly into my eyes. I knew he understood that he was going to lose me, he was upset about it though. I loved him and I didn't want to go. But I had to let him go, I knew he was going to be ok. As I let the smile fade from my face, I let go of him forever……

Anyone can say the love someone....It's loving someone enough to let them go that will prove that love.

By: Jessica

The End