You're My Best Friend (editing)

Live Like You Were Dying

Wes Miles

"I don't want anyone to know about this yet. It's incredibly early and there's a small chance it's actually as bad as I think it could be. For all you know you have an infection. Cancer seems a little over done."

"Simon. I have a son. A girl that I love with all of my heart. You may not think that's a lot, but I don't want her to go through the horrible world all alone. If it's as bad as the doctors say it is, she needs to know. The denial is not going to make it go away." I started raising my voice with every word.

Cancer. Illness. Chemo and radiation. We would have to go through all of that by ourselves. The fans. What would they think? My kid. Andrea.

"She needs to know."

I'm so sorry. We can do all the treatment in the world but there is no telling if it actually does anything.

Every single word the doctor said was worse than the last. I'm not even twenty five. And I'm losing my life with every aching breath.

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"How much longer do you have Wes?" She cried into my shoulder. We were laying in bed, her tears not stopping for over an hour.

"If the treatment works, forever. If it doesn't... they don't know."

"I guess it's time to live like you're dying." She sniffles, looking up at me and staring at my lip with shyness. My hand travels to the side of her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. She lays her head down on my shoulder and soon relaxes in my arms. I pick her up and lay her on the bed gently before grabbing my hoodie and walking outside. I needed to take a walk. Get some things off of my chance.

With my headphones in, I walk down the street in a less-than-peaceful manor. Kicking stones onto the street while drooping with my hands in the torn pockets of the campus hoodie. The hoodie itself is older than dirt, and it's had to have been sewn back together at least a dozen times, but it's comfortable and Andrea and myself love the hoodie way too much. It's like a trinket- almost.

It's funny how we can be famous, and we'd still rather have the patchy old things we've owned for years.

I make my way down the street towards a park close to our complex. Kids are happily playing on the grounds while the parents have quiet conversations and laugh. They seem peaceful, something I long for constantly.

It's to the point where I think I'm at a standstill, an extreme case of the repeats. The same thing everyday. Something needs to change. But what's important enough of a change that might make life worth living even when I'm on the brink of destruction.

And then it hit me. Literally, because someone opened the door and hit me in the face as I was walking.

Marry her.

I walk into the family owned diamond shop. It had apparently been around for years, with the good quality jewelry at the best price.

The sweetheart diamond that caught my attention was exactly what would be needed for the beauty I had back home. It had three gems; a round one in the middle one and a smaller, triangular one on each side. The middle one was a classic clear and the two outside ones were black. The band was silver and it had an inside engraving option on it.

It was perfect. The price? $261.80. Perfect because she wouldn't want me to spend too much money on her.

God I hope she doesn't kill me for this.