A sickly goodbye.

The warm, damp rain fell on my face. Although I wasn’t supposed to be outside, I was desperate for a breath of fresh air. I had been cooped up in that freezing hospital bed for too long. I had little left until the cancer consumed me. Although I should wish for more life, I didn’t want it. I didn’t want any more crummy chemo. I didn’t want any more horrid treatments. I danced nostalgically for when I was safe. I begged to go back to the time before I was sick. I so desperately wanted to stop aching and wincing in pain. I loathed cancer. Although I didn’t want to smudge my sweatshirt, I laid down in the soft, comforting grass. Everything around me started fading. Something ebony and gentle picked me up. Then I saw the colors, every last one. The pumpkin, the chocolate, the caramel, and the ink blended together. Then everything went white. My breath was gone.