I decided to make this a two shot... just `cause my computer is dumb, and wont let me paste the WHOLE thing on here. Ill post the second part after a few comments.
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Plastic Heart.
Cancer. The scariest six letter word in the english dictionary.My heart stopped when I heard Corinne tell me that she was sick. I was in a sudden state of shock, unable to say anything afterwards. I felt a lump in my throat, and my eyes started to bubble up with tears.
"Joseph?" Her soft, soothing voice rang in my ears, snapping my back to reality. "Did you hear me? I have cancer." I did hear her, i just didnt understand why. Why someone so young, and so beautiful could be taken over by something so ugly like cancer.
"Corinne..." I finally managed to speak after what felt like hours. I looked at her, just noticing the obivous signs of sickness. Her face was as pale as a ghost, dark circles were rested just under her eyes, and the bright, deep green color in them suddenly seemed dull. I didnt say anything aftewards. Instead I wrapped my arms around her waist and hung head my on on her shoulder, letting it catch my tears. I tried to be strong, but i couldnt it was just so *CENSORED* hard. She cried with me. The sounds of her sobs only made it worse.
"Joe" I heard Corinne mutter "I love you no matter what happens. You know that right?"
"No Corinne" I stuck my head back up and dazed into her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen, You're going to be just fine. You're going to get the treatments you need, and get better. I promise. I will never let anything bad happen to you okay?" My hands were now on her cheeks. I felt her tears slowly drip down. I moved her head closer to mine, so now our foreheads were touching. "Okay?" I repeated.
"Okay." She replied and sniffled.
"I love you Corinne"
"I love you too" I clsoed my eyes and gaver her a deep passionate kiss.
- - -
The next few months were the hardest. I watched helpelssley as Corinne was delivered in and out of the hospital a numerous amount of times. Even though it killed me inside to see her like this, I stuck it out at stood my her side 24/7. I tried so hard to be the strong one, making sure she knew that she was going to be just fine. Every night, I sat beside her hospital bed seranding her to sleep.
I sang to her one night, her hand in mine. I started to notice a lot of changes in her. She began to lose a lot of weight and her skin got even more pale -- translusent, if possible --. The dark purple bruises around her arms and legs were highly noticeable, making me cringe everytime i thought about it. But even though, the her sickness started to become even more noticable by day, she was still gorgeous. She looked at me and smiled, making my heart skip a beat. It was so amazing, to see someone as weak and brittle as her be so strong and confident in herself.
- - -
I got home one night, to find my older brother Kevin strumming away on his guitar like he does every night. I looked at him and smiled. Even though i did'nt say anything, he knew something was wrong. He set his acoustic aside and made me sit next to him. I took a deep breath, preparing me for a long, deep conversastion.
"How are ya feeling Joseph?" He now has one head on my shoulder, which felt somewhat comforting.
"Not so good." I replied honestly. "Im just worried, about Corinne. I know, I try to act so tough in front of her, but truth me told... i`m so scared" I dug my head on Kevins shoulder, sobbing and letting out the tears. I was never the one to cry, but I just couldn't help it.
"Joe" Kevin spoke softly. "She's a strong, wonderful girl. She can make it... You just got to have faith."
