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CHAPTER 12
Julian
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<>Big Spender by; Kiana Lede ft. Prince Charlez

         BACK AT THE HOSPITAL, Kim wanted to meet with me about something so as I am walking by the children's play area, I heard a small voice coming from the floor.
         "Excuse me sir, but you're in my way, me and my toys are playing." The little voice says, I look down to see a small girl sitting on the floor.
         "Oh I'm sorry, my name's Julian Lensherr what's your name?" I say kneeling in front of the little girl. "Aimee Cresta. I'm ten."
         "Wanna know how old I am? Sixteen, that's old."
         "How come you're here?"
         " sick. How come you're here?" “I’m here with my mom. You want to play dolls with me?" "Okay." I say sitting down on the floor with Aimee.
         Aimee has long brown hair that is styled in two buns on top of her head, little round glasses, long eyelashes, and dark brown eyes, and a cute round shaped head. Aimee and I played dolls for hours. Aimee told me about how she lives with her mum and that her dad left when she was 2 years old and that her mum has breast cancer and she is undergoing chemo. Amiee isn't like any 10 year old girl no, she's different but in a unique way that reminds me of Annie. I must have lost track of time because Kim came through the door looking for Aimee and I.  She opens the door and finds us playing and smiles. "There you are, I was going to send out a search party."
         "I'm just playing dolls with my new friend." I say, motioning towards Aimee.
         "Aimee come on, your mom's here." Aimee gets up from the floor and waves bye to me. "Bye Julian." "Bye Aimee." I wave back. Aimee takes Kim's hand and walks down the long hallway.

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         That night, Annie came to hang out so she wouldn't feel alone. "What's your I’mfavorite thing about life?" I ask sitting across from Annie from my bed.
          "You are Julian." Annie and I talked for hours after that, Annie suddenly got tired and I guess I couldn't blame her. We were talking until 2am so she fell asleep. I laid there looking at her beautiful face. Her expression was serious, but I liked how it softened slightly as she slept. I'm looking at her right now, hating the fact that I can't give Annie the life we deserve, the life she deserves. I know we're not going to get better, and that I might end up hurting her one day and I don't want to see the day that happens. He looks one her face and shows the complete and utter expression of brokenness and loss. Realization hits me hard, I could hurt Annie. I knew it, I guess. But I didn’t really see it. The thought of that makes every bone in my frail body ache. Worse than surgeries, or infections, or waking up on a bad morning barely able to breathe.

          Death.

          That’s what I am. That’s what I am to Annie. The only worse thing than not being able to breathe would be living in a world that she didn’t exist in at all. Especially if it was my fault.