Love Leukaemia ~Chapter 1~ Iseya's POV Maybe I should die early. It beats lying in hospital,receiving painful chemotherapy treatments and waiting 6 months for death. My hair hasn't fallen out yet,but I can tell it's starting. Every day,more and more strands are swept off my pillow and into a waste paper basket. It's increasing at an alarming rate. As I listen to the mental patient creating a scene outside,my fingers creep closer and closer to the sacred potion that will end this agony forever. "Iseya Gorou?" The nurse beckoned me for my next chemotherapy treatment. I hurriedly moved my hand away from the vial. Faking an inward groan,I sat on my wheelchair with much difficulty. My body was weak, and it never moved properly. The nurses never helped me. They thought I was a bother, a hassle. I had to do everything myself, with the nurses only coming to remind of my chemotherapy sessions. They wanted nothing to do with a 19-year old boy stricken with leukaemia. I wheeled myself back to my ward with my frail hands. The translucent curtains were drawn, allowing only a single ray of light to pass through between the flimsy materials. The hospital walls were like thick metal bars, enclosing me from the beauty outside. I wheeled myself to the window and pulled the curtains open. "Airi... Wait for me. I'll be there soon..." I sighed, looking up to the cloudy sky. Even if I was trapped in this hospital, she was never far from my thoughts. Her soft blue eyes, her long brown hair...oh, how I miss her so much. "...Airi...don't give up on me..I'll stay alive for you..." I whispered silently. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes so I started down the hall to the chemotherapy room, where the gruesome and painful exercise started again.
Wonderful! ;u; It's so beautiful, it's a very original piece of work. I'm glad you didn't put in over the top cheesy scenes. XD Just kidding... It's a wonderful story by the looks of it, I hope you'll continue it even after the competition ends!
~Chapter 2~ Airi Tokieda's POV Another suitor had just left; I had politely rejected him, of course. My mind was still in a faraway place as I slowly climbed up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I collapsed on the cream-colored bedsheets, and I took a deep breath. "Iseya...I miss you." my senses shut down and suddenly I'm taken back to that day...that fateful day when he told me he loved me. I unconciously twirled the small charm bracelet he had given me. It's been two months since we discovered his sickness, I remembered feeling like my world was crashing down. It's been a month since we were able to finally convince a very obstinate Iseya to enter into a hospital. To be honest, I hadn't visited once. I don't know why. I miss him terribly, yet I cannot bring myself to enter that hospital. I'm afraid. I'm a coward.
Iseya's POV I laid back on the wheelchair's backrest after the chemotherapy session, my head throbbing. What is this for, anyway? Airi doesn't visit me anymore. It's been three months since I was admitted here in autumn... It's winter already. Does she still love me? I wheeled myself over to the window and peered down. A large pond was directly below. Death by drowning... It doesn't sound so bad. I contemplated jumping at night, but I decided otherwise. Pulling myself up with all my strength, I tumbled over the windowsill and into the deep azure pond. I pierced the freezing water like a dagger, the water enveloping me as I sank lower and lower into the pond. My last thought before I drifted into unconciousness was a very heart-warming one: I love you, Airi © Written by Tiff, last paragraph by me.
I woke up to voices screaming. It's kind of annoying. "He's coming around!" an authorative voice yelled and in a flash, I had three doctors on me. What was going on? I grunted a bit, and a jolt of excruciating pain surged inside me, and I winced. I felt someone press a needle inside me. Anesthesia. Slowly, my vision blurred, and dark spots took over my mind. I was drifting...drifting...dying... AIRI's POV I listened to the radio's beat, drumming my fingers against the leather steering wheel. The song ended, and a new one came up. I have died everyday waiting for you, darlin' don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.. Tears burned in my eyes as I lowered the volume to mute, my head pounding. Did that have to be Iseya and I's theme song? I remember him singing it to me, on the eve of our first anniversary. I shook my head, wiping away the memory. I cannot think of him...after everything I've done to him...all the hurt I inflicted in him...what makes me think that he'll still love me? My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I parked in the side of the road, taking my phone out in the process. Iseya's in the ICU. I reread the message again and again till I had the font and the size practically memorized. I knew what I had to do. Iseya may not love me anymore, but I still love him entirely. © Me I know it's very short and you were expecting more but I've been really busy! Thanks!