Letting go

.Prologue.

One word. Six letters. Cancer.

Cancer was the tornado that ruined everything. Unexpectedly, it appeared, destroying everything in its path and the path was my life. You always hear about survivors, draped in the honorary pink ribbon wearing a smile as bright as the stars. Mom, on the other hand, wasn't that lucky. At the tender age of fourteen, my life changed forever because Cancer had just claimed it's next victim. The woman I had the honor to call "Mom" was fighting a battle so vicious and strong that she was losing herself in the process. Having to witness my mother suffer destroyed the little piece of innocence I had left in me. She was the strongest person I had known. She could turn a cloudy day to a sunny day within seconds. Despite the troubles she endured, she never let it take away the sunshine that naturally shined within her. She was radiant in every way possible.

Then cancer came and took that all away from me within seconds. The brightness of her smile started to fade, along with the light in her eyes. It was as if someone had turned off the lights in my mother's soul. One minute she could be here, smiling and then the next, she was in another world, distant.

When she won the battle, it was as if my world finally had light. Slowly but surely, her smile started to return and I didn't realize how much a person could mean to me. Then the light went out again and this time it was permanent, leaving me in the dark forever. Cancer had taken the life of the one person in this world that I loved the most. Mom was everything to me. She was my mom, my best friend and my world. 

My last moments with my mother were a vivid memory I was never able to erase. I sat beside her hospital bed grasping tightly to her hand, surrounded by the smell of sickness that seemed to fill the deathly hospital. My mother turned her head to me with a weakened smile. She mumbled three words that made my heart shatter into a million of pieces. I knew those three words were her last. I sat there motionless, unable to cry before my Aunt pulled me into her warm embrace. All that could be heard was the taunting echo of the machine, reminding me that she was gone.

My mother's death has changed me. It left me stranded, consumed by only my thoughts and my everlasting grief. The cries for help within me was silenced by the tremendous amount of anger directed at the world. I was a ticking bomb, waiting to explode.

Until I met him.