"You don't understand Stephen... I should go home to my family and just waste away on the beach." I start shaking.

"I already bought your ticket to stay with me." Stephen pouts.

"I'm not going to let you waste your money on someone who's dying!" I snap.

"You don't have to die." Stephen tears up.

"I'm sorry Stephen I've decided that it's better. I can't be selfish and save myself again. I should have died years ago." I hug myself.

"Isn't there a way to be cured?"

"There's a surgery but... I won't be able to feel anything anymore. And there's... another way but it's impossible..."

"Will you tell me? I'm willing to do anything so you can live. You've been through so much stuff that you deserve to have a long life!" Stephen grabs my shoulders tightly.

"My life is struggle upon struggle. I don't have the strength to continue living without love, his love... and heaven knows he doesn't like me. He's never liked me..." my tears fall.

"Just two weeks at my place and I'll send you home." Stephen barters.

"Fine... im going to get a drink..." I mutter and go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of some alcohol I don't even know what kind and drink it out in the backyard.