Bittersweet

Chapter 11

The rest of the time in the hospital went by like a blur; a tired, nauseating blur. The chemo was taking a bigger hit on me then expected so I decided to stay home from school on Monday.

 

“Here we are! A nice big bowl of chicken noodle soup!” said my mom as she placed the steaming bowl in front of me. Any hint of spice, even pepper, left my stomach in a knot. I could feel myself about to be sick from the smell of the hot liquid. “I think I’m good, thanks though mom.” I said handing it back to her. I could see the guilt in her eyes as she left my room. I understand it’s been hard adjusting for my parents, they have no idea how to go about my illness. I know they’re trying their hardest, too, but there are just somethings I can’t control. My stomach is one of those things.

 

I opened my laptop to get my mind off of my nausea. As I scrolled through Facebook, I click on Peter’s name and it opens up to his profile. For some reason he hasn’t changed his profile picture of the two of us hanging upside down on monkey bars in the park from like two years ago. We both have these crazy smiles on our faces because we were laughing hysterically, for no apparent reason, 30 seconds before Mike had taken the picture. The sun was hitting Peter’s face perfectly, making his eyes sparkle. His nose was slightly burnt from the beach probably. I love that picture, and it makes me happy to know that he still has it as his profile picture.

 

And before I can stop myself I make it my profile picture as well.

 

I instantly get hundreds of notifications of likes on the picture. It comforts me to know, even though all of those kids are in school, they’re still hooked into technology at all times. A few girls I know from volleyball comment, “Date already!” and “Perfect couple” and “Class couple award goes too.....” The comments are mostly all sweet harmless things like saying we’re cute together and things like that. My heart jumps a bit when a notification pops up saying Peter liked it. A few minutes later a message from him popped up.

 

Peter:

Hey, nice profile pic ;)

 

Kate:

I was debating on cropping you out, but it would’ve cut out half my hair

Peter:

Very funny :P

 

Peter:

I really love that picture

 

Kate:

Do you remember that day? At the park?

 

Peter:

How could I forget?!

 

Kate:

:)

 

Peter:

Are you still mad at me?

 

Kate:

I can’t stay mad at you :)

 

Peter: