Status: In Process (as we speak)
When Love Is Lost.
I'm ignoring this big lump in my throat,
I've found in my time here that love is found, and love is sometimes lost. You can't always choose the place, you cant always choose the time, but you can choose on whether to love someone or not. I chose to love, but I never got the chance to live my life with that person. I never got to wake up to being called his wife, and hearing our childrens feet running down the hallways on Christmas morning.
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"Kile, you do realize you are going to be late, if you don't get your ass out of bed?" I could hear my mother's voice booming outside of my bedroom door. I growned and sat up, throwing the covers over my face.
"I'm up, I'm up." I shouted back. I could hear my mother laughing, as her laughter became more faint. I sat up throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. I grabbed my phone off my dresser and scrolled throught find 10 messages from friends and family telling me they said a prayer for me, and hoped for the best. I tried my best to remain calm, because it was all I had thought about the night before. I began to lay out the clothes I planned on wearing for the day. In Georgia, Summer is almost unbearable, if you didn't carry around some water you would probably get dehydration in about an hour. I made my way to my bathroom, to start the water for my shower, turning the knobs til I got it to the right tempature. Turning to remove my sleep clothes, my dark brown eyes fell upon myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. I had dark circles under my eyes, and you could tell I cried myself to sleep from the puffiness. I sighed deciding a shower was what I needed.
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I finally made it out of my thirty minute shower, and made my way back into my bedroom. I brushed my hair out deciding to leave it at it's natural ringlet curls, a trait my mother passed down to my brother and I. I put on my clothes. My bottoms are always the first to go, so I slipped on my high-waist denim shorts that had little rips under the pockets from being worn so often. They were like a comfort thing, and comfort is what I needed today. My cropped Pink Floyd tee-shirt that i'd had for as long as I can remember, and my VANS. I looked in the mirror, deciding that I actually looked pretty decent. The dark rings had lightened, and the puffiness reduced to be minimal. I looked at my outfit, and couldn't help but to smile at the comfort I felt. I took off down stairs, skipping all the way to the kitchen, where my mother and my brother, Trey, both were. My brother was the first to notice me. He was 24, and share almost every feature with me. We both favored my mother all too much. He has dark brown, curly hair, dark brown chocolate eyes, and skinny yet muscular all in one. He's 6' 4", against my 5' 7", he's a giant. He looked exhausted. I think everyone in the house was, considering the circumstances.
"Well, you look happy this morning, Little Miss Sunshine." Trey said sarcastically.
"Please, you two don't start this right now. Just don't." My mother said.
I saughtered over to my mother and wrapped my arms around her, taking in as much of her as I could. She smelled like Gain laundry detergent, and mint. She always smelled the same. My brother started laughing and talking vibrantly about his new girlfriend. I stepped back making my cereal. I sat at the counter with my brother looking at my mother. She's short and stubby. I loved how she was always on her toes, happy and vibrant, always showing a smile. I guess I recieved that from her. Her green eyes and dark brown curly hair made her perfect in everyway.
"Are y'all ready to go?" She asked sighing, pulling out her purse from under the cabinet.
"Yep." My brother and I replied at the same time, both eyeing each other curiously, smiling.
I layed my bowl in the sink, and took off for the door, screaming at the top of my lungs, "SHOT GUN!"
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We got to hospital at about 10 AM. I felt myself loosing my nerve, and my composure. I sat in the waiting room with my family, dreading the news I'd be hearing, and praying to get the best news. The waiting room was full, and people were scattered everywhere. The boy beside my sat quietly tapping on his phone. He looked about my age, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was here, and if it was the same reason as me. I think he felt my eyes on him shifting his shoulder slightly to side glance me. I imidiently down cast my eyes, shifting nervously. I could hear him chuckle at my childish action. I looked back up at the window, fidgetting with my fingers, and my phone. I side glanced at the boy, and saw him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I turned my head and smiled at him, as he gave me one in return. His smile was brilliant, and danzling. His eyes lit up when he smiled, his eyes were an amazing emerald green, unlike my mothers dull green. I liked the warmth behind the gesture. He leaned into my shoulder holding out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Harry." I held my smile, and said "I'm Kile", and released his hand. "What are you here for? You don't look sick to me." He said coolly.
I sat wondering whether or not to just ssay it, get it off my chest, but I decided against it. I instead just replied, "I'm here for a check up, what about you?"
He laughed and said "My sister's here, she thinks she has strep throat. I think she just talks so much that it's finally taking a tole on her throat." I couldn't help but laugh at his remark. His laugh was precious, light, and heartfilled. Just as I went to say something a woman with a warm smile came into view, smiling and stating, "Miss. Starr, the doctors ready for you." I quit smiling at this. Grabbing my things and following my family through the doors, I lost track of time and place. I forgot where I was. I don't remember much from the visit except that Dr. Smith sat on a chair sighing, claiming that he hated having to be the one to tell me. My mother instucted him to spit it out, that it can't be as bad as we thought, but as always, that wasn't my luck. "Ms. Starr, You have Leukemia, and not the nice kind, the one that will easily go away with treatment. You'll need to come back again as we discuss further treatments." All I know now, is I dont know anything, except that I really might pass out, and that I could possibly die...
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"Kile, you do realize you are going to be late, if you don't get your ass out of bed?" I could hear my mother's voice booming outside of my bedroom door. I growned and sat up, throwing the covers over my face.
"I'm up, I'm up." I shouted back. I could hear my mother laughing, as her laughter became more faint. I sat up throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. I grabbed my phone off my dresser and scrolled throught find 10 messages from friends and family telling me they said a prayer for me, and hoped for the best. I tried my best to remain calm, because it was all I had thought about the night before. I began to lay out the clothes I planned on wearing for the day. In Georgia, Summer is almost unbearable, if you didn't carry around some water you would probably get dehydration in about an hour. I made my way to my bathroom, to start the water for my shower, turning the knobs til I got it to the right tempature. Turning to remove my sleep clothes, my dark brown eyes fell upon myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. I had dark circles under my eyes, and you could tell I cried myself to sleep from the puffiness. I sighed deciding a shower was what I needed.
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I finally made it out of my thirty minute shower, and made my way back into my bedroom. I brushed my hair out deciding to leave it at it's natural ringlet curls, a trait my mother passed down to my brother and I. I put on my clothes. My bottoms are always the first to go, so I slipped on my high-waist denim shorts that had little rips under the pockets from being worn so often. They were like a comfort thing, and comfort is what I needed today. My cropped Pink Floyd tee-shirt that i'd had for as long as I can remember, and my VANS. I looked in the mirror, deciding that I actually looked pretty decent. The dark rings had lightened, and the puffiness reduced to be minimal. I looked at my outfit, and couldn't help but to smile at the comfort I felt. I took off down stairs, skipping all the way to the kitchen, where my mother and my brother, Trey, both were. My brother was the first to notice me. He was 24, and share almost every feature with me. We both favored my mother all too much. He has dark brown, curly hair, dark brown chocolate eyes, and skinny yet muscular all in one. He's 6' 4", against my 5' 7", he's a giant. He looked exhausted. I think everyone in the house was, considering the circumstances.
"Well, you look happy this morning, Little Miss Sunshine." Trey said sarcastically.
"Please, you two don't start this right now. Just don't." My mother said.
I saughtered over to my mother and wrapped my arms around her, taking in as much of her as I could. She smelled like Gain laundry detergent, and mint. She always smelled the same. My brother started laughing and talking vibrantly about his new girlfriend. I stepped back making my cereal. I sat at the counter with my brother looking at my mother. She's short and stubby. I loved how she was always on her toes, happy and vibrant, always showing a smile. I guess I recieved that from her. Her green eyes and dark brown curly hair made her perfect in everyway.
"Are y'all ready to go?" She asked sighing, pulling out her purse from under the cabinet.
"Yep." My brother and I replied at the same time, both eyeing each other curiously, smiling.
I layed my bowl in the sink, and took off for the door, screaming at the top of my lungs, "SHOT GUN!"
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We got to hospital at about 10 AM. I felt myself loosing my nerve, and my composure. I sat in the waiting room with my family, dreading the news I'd be hearing, and praying to get the best news. The waiting room was full, and people were scattered everywhere. The boy beside my sat quietly tapping on his phone. He looked about my age, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was here, and if it was the same reason as me. I think he felt my eyes on him shifting his shoulder slightly to side glance me. I imidiently down cast my eyes, shifting nervously. I could hear him chuckle at my childish action. I looked back up at the window, fidgetting with my fingers, and my phone. I side glanced at the boy, and saw him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I turned my head and smiled at him, as he gave me one in return. His smile was brilliant, and danzling. His eyes lit up when he smiled, his eyes were an amazing emerald green, unlike my mothers dull green. I liked the warmth behind the gesture. He leaned into my shoulder holding out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Harry." I held my smile, and said "I'm Kile", and released his hand. "What are you here for? You don't look sick to me." He said coolly.
I sat wondering whether or not to just ssay it, get it off my chest, but I decided against it. I instead just replied, "I'm here for a check up, what about you?"
He laughed and said "My sister's here, she thinks she has strep throat. I think she just talks so much that it's finally taking a tole on her throat." I couldn't help but laugh at his remark. His laugh was precious, light, and heartfilled. Just as I went to say something a woman with a warm smile came into view, smiling and stating, "Miss. Starr, the doctors ready for you." I quit smiling at this. Grabbing my things and following my family through the doors, I lost track of time and place. I forgot where I was. I don't remember much from the visit except that Dr. Smith sat on a chair sighing, claiming that he hated having to be the one to tell me. My mother instucted him to spit it out, that it can't be as bad as we thought, but as always, that wasn't my luck. "Ms. Starr, You have Leukemia, and not the nice kind, the one that will easily go away with treatment. You'll need to come back again as we discuss further treatments." All I know now, is I dont know anything, except that I really might pass out, and that I could possibly die...
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