"Sara, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me!" he yelled
"You wouldn't understand" she yelled back
"But you, you didn't even give me a chance to, how…..how can you not tell
"What do you want me to do shout it on the street, out the window? To the
world?! So the whole world can know I'm dying?!" she marches over to the
window. " My name is Sara! And I'm dying!" yelling out.
She stood and stared at him. It was quiet.
"People die everyday, it's a part of life, no one cares till it's them."
"I care, can't you see I care. And you don't have to shout it to the world,
though I must say you did it very well. But at least to those who care
about you…I care about you."
"I know you do… that's why you where the last person I wanted to know."
"Because the minute people find out, the treat you different, they look at
you different. Like your already gone. But I'm not dead yet, I'm still
here. Living and breathing, just like them, but they can't handle it
because they know that it could happen to them too." She starts to sob.
"It's alright Sara, it's alright." He says, holding her in his arms.
"And there's nothing they can do about it, nothing anyone can do about it."