My Miracle

They say hindsight is 20/20, but I am in no need of it's accuracy. I'm aware that I'm in the throes of an obsession, one with dark eyes and full lips that make my resolve crumble. 

I'm also painfully aware, that, yes, I am a sixteen year old girl with a form of non-small cell lung cancer that has never had so much as a first kiss. I know, pathetic. 

The way I figure it, because the man upstairs had decided to stick me with lung cancer for some apparent reason, I at least merited a single miracle within the stretch of these last few years I had left. 

As I looked back, my miracle was not some impossible, medical cure but a single boy. And a single night. My miracle's name was Aiden Jones, a boy I'd never imagine would come knocking at my window. 

This all ran through my mind in the single instant that he snapped open my window. It might seem a little cliche for a girl with lung cancer, but I nearly forgot how to breathe.

Ironic, right?

"Aiden what are you doing here?" I exclaimed, quickly snatching the oxygen tubes from my nose as I walked over and slid open the window. 

"You don't have to take those tubes every where, right?" Aiden cocked an eyebrow, smirking. 

"Depends on where you want to go I guess." I'd never had so much as flirted with a boy before. 

'God damn, this boy wanted me to climb out my window in the dead of night with him, so what was I waiting for?'

I carefully climbed onto the rough patch of slated roof beside him. The night air was balmy, heightened slightly by a breeze that I inhaled deeply, letting it wash over me. 

"I can't go far without getting pretty winded," I admitted, glancing at Aiden as he helped me shimmy down the drainage pipe. "It's just my lungs, they can't b-" 

"It's alright Savannah, I've got you," he interrupted, his dark eyes flashing as they met my own in the growing darkness. 

All I could ever really do was let him talk, and when he finally stopped, urge him to continue letting his voice wash over me due to the fact that: 

a. I was completely and utterly in love with him.                                                                                                                                                                 

As we walked the street poorly lit with the occasional street light, I was unable to utter a single syllable. His eyes trained steadily on my own. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but," Aiden ran a hand along his tousled dark hair, "I like you, I always have." 

Without any rational thought, I closed the space between us. Kissing him stole away any conversation. My sickness was laid as bare as the spark that existed between us. 

In that brief instant I was strong. I was healthy. I wasn't a girl with stage four cancer but a girl who knew what the rest of our life was going to look like. 

#MidnightSunMovie