*Hi everyone! I got this idea from a song, so I'm not sure how it will end. Anyway, the prologue is from the girls POV, but the following chapters will be from his POV. In this prologue, I don't give you much description of the characters so I'll post their appearance, because when I read a story I like to imagine it, along with the characters. So, the boy, who's name by the way is Matthew, is like this: http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/ ... 467744.jpg (sorry I used him, but he looks just like what I wanted), only with brown eyes. Ella has medium wavy brown hair and green eyes. It's about 1,67 cm. Callie has medium straight light brown hair and bluish eyes. That's it! Sorry for the big introduction!*
Let me be {prologue}
by Kat
"Ah, life slips through our fingers," I said to Callie. She was sitting next to me, on the esplanade, sharing a big ice cream, covered with hot chocolate, with me.
"Don't say that, Ella! Don't you ever say that!" She cried, panicking. She still thought I was going to make it. How foolish of her! Can't blame her, though. Who would want to believe their best friend was dying?
I smiled at her blind faith.
"I'm sorry to put you through this, Callie," I whispered. She didn't hear me, and I hadn't meant for her to.
She was surprisingly mad at me, for being closer to my end then a normal person my age, and for acting okay with it. Also, she was furious because she thought that I didn't deserve this. She believed the whole Karma thing was all messed up. I still remember the tears and screams when I told her.
We were in my bedroom, sitting on my double bed, drinking lemonade. The sun was coming in my room, through the open window. It was about six p.m.
"Callie, I need to tell you something."
"Chill, Ella. Don't be so serious!" She laughed.
"Well, it is a bit serious..."
"Relax. It mustn't be that big of a deal. What could happen, anyway?" She sipped a little of her drink.
"Callie, I went to the doctor a month ago. They found a tumor, and I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It's too big for surgery." Her smile dropped.
"Ha ha, nice prank," she mumbled, hopefully. Tears came to her eyes when she looked at me, and realised it was no joke. "But! You haven't got any symptoms! You're healthy as a horse!" Her hands were spinning around, and twisted, in the despairing search for an excuse, so that it could all be a lie or a mistake.
"Symptoms or not, I still got it."
I wrapped her in my arms, and we cried together. It was about one a.m, when she passed to paused sobs.
"Callie, listen to me. I have four months and some weeks. I want them to be the best of my life! Let's act normally, okay?" She nodded silently. That night, she slept hugging me. I had known her for eighteen years, my whole life. I loved her way too much. Strangely enough, her dad and mine were best friends too, as children. That's why we met so young.
"Ella? Are you here or have you gone for a quick trip to the moon?" She asked, waving her right hand at me, and bringing me back from my memories. I realized I was staring blankly at something behind her. Oh, the square fountain. The soft spring breeze shook my hair, its waves moving softly, brought to me the craziest idea.
My face lit up, and a huge smiled was born.
"Oh oh," Callie turned around to look to where I was staring wishfully. "No. Absolutely not." She crossed her arms, in support to her negative words.
I jumped up and said, "Oh, come on!" I pulled her arm and led her to the fountain. I slipped my flip-flops off and jumped in. I wore a white mini-skirt, and as the fountain was small, the water only reached my knees.
Callie refused to get in, but still smiled and laughed as I danced the cha-cha-cha, water version.
I spun and turned with great joy. My hair and shirt were already wet, from the water flying around, and I tried to get Callie wet. The sun shone bright; I would soon be dry. My eyes were caught by a boy, playing a sad melody on his guitar. How could he play such depressing music on a bright beautiful day?
