September 1
You don't know how much I cried when you first told me that you have a tumor in your brain. I couldn't take the risk of my best friend having a brain cancer.
I couldn't take the risk of you forgetting me.
This was my first day in St. Charles. And this was your first week. Why did it took you this long to tell me about your illness?
YOU ARE READING
Thirty Days With Nick
Short StoryThirty days of September. Thirty days of love. Thirty days for the both of us. "Stay with me. Promise me you're never gonna leave." © Copyright 2013 Cynthia Green
