Chapter 1: Don't Stop Fighting

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Hello! Thank you for reading this short story. I wanted to try something new and experiment. And so here's this. Unlike my other books, this story is going to be short. It will only have a few chapters. So you've been warned. 

Question: what or who do you think this short story is about (answer without reading the chapter)? I really hope you like who it's about. I just couldn't resist writing this *grins*.

The song above is This Is Love by feat. Eva Simons

Also, don't steal this, write negative comments blah blah blah. You know the drill. 


"You can fight this," he snapped and narrowed his eyes. For the millionth time today, I sighed. 

"You know I can't, there's no point anymore. I can't take it." I explained to him, again.  "Instead of fighting it, I want to spend the remainder of my time doing something. I want it to be memorable." 

"But you can live a whole life if you just fight, Maria." He replied, slowly moving closer to the hospital bed. 

"It's too late, I'm dying." 

"Maria, I swear to god do I have to knock some sense into you?" Jules said but in a teasing way. I know he would never hurt me, not intentionally. 

I smiled and giggled. At the sound of my laughter, Jules' eyes lit up with happiness. Whenever I showed my happiness, Jules' light brown eyes would sparkle. 

From the day I met Jules, I knew I would fall in love with him. Was it his charm? Maybe. Was it his looks? He's hot, not going to lie but that's definitely not the main reason. It was his smile. He first smiled in my direction in Psychology. I had just enrolled in college for my second year after moving to London. Jules was sat at the back of the class with his friends, joking about something when I walked in. He didn't notice me at first but when the teacher randomly paired people up, he noticed me. Obviously, since I was his partner.

From the moment he sat next to me and smiled, I knew I would fall in love with him. 

"You're new, right?" He asked, smirking.

I smiled politely and tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ear. People would often comment on how silky my hair was and how they envied it. "Yeah." 

"I'm Jules," he introduced himself and stuck his large, tanned hand out. Immediately I put my hand in his.


Jules smiled this time, gazing deeply into my eyes. My heart thumped in my chest loudly at his gorgeous smile, at the way his dimples popped out. 

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said, honestly. My smile grew wider and a faint blush tinged my cheeks. Oh yes, I would definitely fall for him.

"I'm sorry for arguing with you again, you know I just can't sit and watch you die." Jules apologized and walked over to the side of the bed. When he was close enough to me, I patted the spot by my feet, urging him to sit down.

Instantly, Jules planted his butt on the white sheets. He shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. Not that he would though, the hospital beds aren't comfy at all. Being sat in one practically all day means you get used to it. 

"You know you don't have to watch me die. You can say your goodbyes long before I go." I suggested, softly. Jules' head whipped in my direction and his brown eyes grew wide. 

He shook his head furiously. "Hell no, I'm sticking by you to the end." 

I smiled sadly. The truth is, I don't want Jules to be here to the end. He won't be able to handle seeing me so lifeless. My time in the cancer ward has enabled me to meet people in the same situation as me. Just last week, I met a girl who was similar to my age. She didn't have long left and I basically watched her disappear right before my eyes. It was horrible to watch. 

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