sickness

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i woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. nothing felt right and everything was tight. farkle laid next to me, sleeping well as he was unaware of what was going on.

slowly, i creeped out of bed, trying not to wake the boy sleeping next to me. my head left dizzy as i walked to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror.

no this couldn't be happening. not right now. not today. not ever. please. not while i'm living my life with the boy i love.

"farkle! farkle!" i cried. he came rushing into the room that i was in. his hair still messy from the night before. farkle's striped pajamas almost made me laugh but it turned to a coughing fit instead.

"may? what's going on?" the brunette came to my side. "are you okay?"

i motioned to my throat as it got tighter. my head felt light as ever but not in a good way. suddenly it all turned dark. the last words i heard were "i love you".


and

before

i

knew

it
,

i

could

never

be

the

same

.

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