❞We'll never die.❞
Indigo Rose grows up known by the world, and also brought to perfect expectations. Her parents wrote a series called 'Indigo Rose' and soon named their babygirl after it, and now, Indigo is expected to be perfect. But what happens...
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━━ Indigo Rose, May sixth. ━━
"Sorry, I'm a tad late." Jackson apologized, sitting down across from me.
"That's okay." I said, smiling at him. "So I wanted to talk about—"
"Fuck, I'm terribly sorry love." He said, standing up. I became alarmed. "My mom is calling me, I'll be right back."
I nodded slowly and he left the Restaurant fast. I rubbed my hands together, anxious.
After five minutes, he rushed back in and sat down across from me once again. He smiled. "Sorry, my mom needed to know something. But now I'm all ears. What's up?"
"I have something to tell you, Jack." I whispered.
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow, "What's going on?"
"Do you remember when I said I had a Doctor's appointment because my chest had been hurting, and my parents were upset about me going." I asked.
"I remember." He nods.
"Well, the scans came back and I got diagnosed with Cancer. I have Cancer, Jackson." I said slowly. His face twisted into a confused face, and he grabbed my hands.
"What?" He whispered.
"I've got Cancer." I said, my eyes filling with tears to the point I couldn't see.
"W—What? Oh my god, Indie, are you okay?" He asked, squeezing my hands tightly. "Holy shit."
"I'm okay for now." I said, "But I understand that if this is too much, you'd want to be with someone who's better and doesn't have stuff going on."
"No, no no." He quickly said. "We're in this together, Come here."
That night, I cried in his arms. Maybe he cried too.
