A month. She couldn't believe it. It all seemed so…surreal. Like it was all a dream. Like she would wake up at any moment or a camera crew would jump out and tell her that it was all a joke.

No one was laughing.

And if it was a dream, she wasn't waking up.

Lucy had been diagnosed with some kind of heart disease, and while the name was too complex for her to remember, she had known she was going to die. She had somehow always known. She just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

A month.

A month until she bit the dust, kicked the bucket, died.

It seemed like one of those cheesy, tragic, romance movies. One of those clichés where by some miracle, the girl lives. That was where she went wrong.

It was impossible for her to get back on her feet. She was done for.

She hugged her knees to her chest and inhaled shakily. This couldn't be happening. It seemed like it was just yesterday that she was walking through the doors of her high school, a happy, normal, fifteen year-old without a care in the world. It was shocking how fast that had changed. By her junior year, walking from class to class made her breath come in short gasps. She had to be taken out of gym and she couldn't participate in music classes anymore. And by her senior year, she was in the hospital, withering away to nothing while her friends hung out and dated and planned for the future.

She had no future.

She'll never write a bestselling book.

She never even be a writer.

She'll never get married.

Have children.

Fall in love.

She gazed darkly out the window, watching the trees sway and listening to the birds' cheery song. It made her sick. She wanted to scream and cry and throw things. It wasn't fair. Why can't she be healthy? Sure, she's always been told that God has a plan for everyone, but why couldn't hers be more glamorous? Why couldn't she have become a model, or a famous actress or a teacher or anything. Anything would be better than this.

"Hi, Ms. Lucy. How are you today?" Her nurse, Mirajane, asked as she entered Lucy's room with a tray of food and a pill container.

"As good as I possibly can be," Lucy muttered, letting her head fall back against the headboard, hands resting in her lap.

"That's good to hear. Here's your medicine for today, Lucy."

Lucy grunted a response and placed the pill on her tongue, washing it down with some water. She heard screaming from the room adjacent to hers. A flood of nurses and doctors rushed down the hallway in a cloud of frantic phrases and quick, monosyllabic responses. The screams made her blood run cold. They were so full of agony and it sounded like it hurt to make the noise itself.

Mira glanced warily at the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I think he was in a car accident. Most of the boys were severely injured." She said softly. "Enjoy your meal."

Lucy nodded and stared at the tray on her lap. As if. She wasn't hungry anyways.

"Can I please just walk around the hospital at least? I'm so bored and I'm going to go insane if I don't get out of here." Lucy whined, crossing her arms. The red-head, Erza, sighed.

"Fine. But don't do anything too strenuous. You know what that does to your health."

"Yes, yes, I could die, blah blah blah. I get it." Erza helped her up and she didn't complain, knowing how the semi-barbaric female would react to the rejection.

"Remember!" Erza called after her as she walked out of the room. "Take it easy!"

The halls were surprisingly calm. There were quiet voices in some of the rooms, but around this time of day, most of the patients were sleeping. Rays of sunlight stretched across the linoleum floor. It was a nice day. The sky was a breathtaking blue, the few clouds fluffy and white. She loved spring. She just wished she could enjoy it. It made her chest clench painfully when she thought about everything she couldn't enjoy anymore. Why did she continue to burden everyone? Why didn't she just end it? What was there to live for anymore?

She didn't know.

Sometimes she didn't want to.

It was just so much easier to steer away from the bright side of situations like this. It was so much simpler. More painless. She wouldn't get that sense of loss when she finally did die. Just relief. You could say she had given up. What was the point of trying so desperately to cling to something when you don't even know what it is anymore?

When she reached her room again, she backed up. Lucy peered into the boy's room (you know, the one in the car accident) to see bandages covering nearly his entire body. It was a sad sight. He was completely still, his chest slowly rising with his even breaths. From what she could see, he wasn't too bad to look at, though his hair was a strange color. Pink. She liked pink.

"Hello?"

Lucy jumped at his voice. It was a handsome, velvety baritone.

"Who's there?"

Suddenly nervous, she didn't answer and retreated back to her room.

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From then on, Lucy often stopped by to watch him during her daily rounds. Sometimes he would talk, asking if anyone was there, but Lucy would never reply. Most of the time she would just rush back to her own room to think.

On this day, she noticed some of the bandages, including the ones over his eyes, had been removed. He was facing the window, most likely enjoying the view of the little garden. It must've been nice to finally see again.

He was quiet, so she sat there for a while, jut observing. He slumped against the headboard and stared straight ahead. His expression was seemingly dead and hollow and it sent a shiver up Lucy's spine. Her chest tightened with the threat of a cough. She had been doing that a lot lately. She didn't want to break the silence. She didn't want to talk. All he would do was pity her just like everyone else. She hated pity. She tried to swallow back the urge, but it made it worse, and she found herself gripping the door frame as the coughs painfully tore from her chest. When she finally stopped, her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor. She looked up to find the boy staring at her. She was about to leave when he spoke.

"Wait."

She froze.

"Please, don't leave," He said softly in a strained voice.

She gathered herself from the ground, and left, his words still hanging in the air.

Okay, so yeah. I'm just getting that sad story urge. I couldn't help myself. Really. This won't be a very long one, but I THINK it'll be at LEAST three chapters. Hope ya'll like it.

Piece out!