The Short Story Project.

Untimely

Her soft lips met mine. Her hand tightened gently around mineas she expressed her feelings to me for the first time. I blushed as she made the first step but slowly after, I relaxed my stiff body and closed my eyes. My free hand reached up to caress the side of her cherubic face as my heartbeat quickened. She pulled her lips away and then wrapped her arms around my chest. I felt the comfortable warmth emanate from her body which was pressed against mine. However, I also felt my tee shirt starting to get wet. Her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes looked up into mine. They glistened with tears and her lips crumpled as she tried to suppress a whimper. Her sorrow stabbed the core of my heart but at the same time my mind was thrown into a flurry. I was confused. Was she upset that she finally confessed to me? Then she spoke in a weak voice,

"Francis, I-I-I have... c-cancer."

She then smiled weakly in an attempt to mask the disappointment in her predicament.