***I wrote this a while ago, and it's probably not very good of realistic, but I felt like sharing it anyways.***

Plop.

I awoke with a start as something wet dropped onto my face.

For a moment I was disoriented, wondering where I was.

Then I remembered. The hospital.

I was in the hospital. Last month the doctors had diagnosed me with cancer, and I had been spending much of my time here.

I soon realized that the wet substance was my mom's tear.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, God please no.

My mother confirmed my worst fears as she spoke.

"The doctors," she sniffed, "say you only have three months to live."

My heart plunged into my stomach. This news felt even worse than when I was first diagnosed- before there had been hope, but now there was no longer.

I felt a tear rolling down my cheek before I could stop it. No, please no. Let me wake up from this nightmare. I was only 16!

***

Today it is exactly two months from that horrible day. Yes, I have been counting. My days were numbered, literally.

The doctors basically explained that there was no such thing as hope left for me. So, after discussing it with my distraught parents, we decided that I would no longer stay in the hospital. If I was going to die no matter what then I may as well actually live.

I had done many things in the past two months- drove to South Dakota, spent time with my friends, got my drivers' license... But there was one thing I had left to do.

One thing I thought I could never gather up the courage to do. One thing that would make my life worth living.

I had wanted to do this thing for three years, though, as I expected, I could never gather up the courage even to do anything close to it. But now, now that I was dying, now that it no longer mattered what people thought of me, I was going to do it.

My parents had basically let me do, to an extent, whatever I wanted in the last two months. I wasn't going to school, because if I caught even a cold it would mean a trip to the hospital. But whenever I asked to go to a friends' house, for example, they allowed me.

I knew where his house was, and it wasn't far from mine. So I asked my parents if I could go to a friend's house, and, of course, they agreed. I told them I wanted to enjoy nature on the walk, so they didn't have to drive me; that was partly true, but I also didn't want them to see where I was going.

When I arrived at his house, I walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. I was insanely nervous, but also insanely determined.

His mom answered the door.

"Hello?" She asked, looking puzzled.

"Hi," I responded, "I'm Ellie. Is Eric here? I'm in some of his classes, and I was wondering if I could study with him. I'm having trouble with my homework."

"Eric?" She called up the stairs. "A girl from your class is here to study. She says her name is Ellie."

I knew that I shouldn't dare to do this. Eric was popular, very popular, and it's not that he hated me, but I'm sure he had no interest in me. But, as I said, I was determined.

***Eric's POV***

"I'm coming!" I shouted casually down towards my mother. My coolness was just an act- inside I was shocked. Ellie had been absent from school for two months now; everyone thought she had moved or something, though supposedly she didn't even tell her friends. Perhaps they were keeping something from the rest of us. "Ellie." I said simply as I reached the bottom of the stairs. There she was, at last. Then I remembered the act I was putting on.

"Shall we go upstairs, then, to do homework?" I knew that wasn't really why she was here, since she hadn't been at school, but I couldn't possibly imagine what her real reason might be,

I showed her into my bedroom and sat down on my bed with her next to me.

"Where have you been? You've been gone two months!" I said immediately.

"You've... Actually payed attention to how long I was gone?" She looked honored, astonished.

"Well, yeah," I blushed. "but back to the point- where were you?"

"I have something to tell you," she muttered.

"Go ahead," I urged.

"I have cancer," she said simply, "and one month to live."

A wave a fear mixed with shock washed over me. Why on earth was she here, then, at my house?

"I can't believe I'm saying this," she continued, "but... Eric, I love you." Those words launched a tsunami on the storm of emotions already brewing inside me. Oh my god. What the hell was going on here?

"I have a sort of bucket list," she still kept talking, "just in my head. And... One of the things... One of the things is to kiss you, Eric. I completely understand if you won't do it willingly, if you don't mean it, but just once, before I'm gone, please kiss me."

Oh.

My.

God.

The girl I loved (yes, I was, believe it or not, in love with Ellie) had just asked me to kiss her. Without even dating or anything, just like that.

So, without hardly hesitating, I grabbed the back of Ellie's head and pulled the girl I loved into me.

I couldn't help but think about the fact that she had also said she only had one month to live. Why her? Why now, right after she admitted to loving me?

But as I felt her lips against mine, it was too good a kiss to spoil with even the most important of matters. Her time was limited, yes, but that alone was a reason to forget my worries and savor this womderful moment from heaven.

***Ellie's POV***

I had done it. I had finally asked Eric to kiss me- and he was. And it was better, longer, just more than a simple peck on the lips. It was so much more than I had expected. My body was pressed into his and it seemed... Although it couldn't be true... It seemed like he almost wanted to be doing this.

I finally, though unwillingly, pulled back to gasp for air, Eric doing the same. When I had my breath back, I was about to say something. Before I had the chance, though, to make so much as a noise, Eric grabbed me again and pulled me back into a kiss.

My crush had pulled me into a kiss.

I wanted to be there forever, to spend the rest of my life like this, in his arms, troubles forgotten. It felt so good.

Eric was the one to pull back this time, but it seemed like he had something to say. "Ellie," he said, "I love you too."

I stared at him, shocked. It couldn't be true. He was just saying that, because he was nice and I was dying. Just saying that to make me feel better.

Any doubts I had, though, vanished as he pulled me in yet again.

And you know what? Those kisses and those words had just made my short life worth living.

***