Try chemotherapy!
Aria's POV
"What?!" I yelled my eyes nearly popping out of my head.
Did he... Did he just say 29 days?
Wasn't Luca supposed to have at least 2 more months? How is it 29 days?
Marcus's eyes also widened. He stepped back as though he had just said something he wanted. "And you didn't... He didn't..."
Then he shook his head. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that."
He stepped back looking a bit agitated. "I've got to go now. Rest well and eat if you can. I don't know if I can check on you again, but I will if I can." He rushed, before I could say something, Marcus left as though he was running away from something.
Running from me and my questions.
But... I wanted to call him back, I wanted him to explain what he meant.
Where was the other one month?
How can...
Was he leaving? So soon?
Just 29 days?
My eyes blurred as I walked back to my bed.
I should hate him for everything he had done for me. But why couldn't I stand the news of his death?
Why... Why did it hurt so much?
A tear fell from my eyes and I shut them.
I knew he was leaving but... I thought I had made peace with that fact, but knowing it would be sooner... It was just a different kind of hurt.
A sob broke from my lips.
In 29 days, Luca would disappear from this world. I won't be able to see him again. Or hear his voice... Or... I wouldn't even be able to tell him how much I loved him.
"Luca..." His name from free from my lips with a sob. Then I opened my eyes. The first thing my gaze landed on was the soup bowl on the table.
He had asked for that to be prepared for me. Knowing about what would happen to him... How could I still suspect him?
I grabbed the spoon with my trembling hands, slowly bringing it to the bowl.
He wanted me to eat well.
I would do that for him.
I scooped a big spoon of spoon, and then brought it to my trembling lips slowly, tears dropping from my eyes as I did.
I drank it.
It was nice. Really nice.
Normally, the food would upset my stomach almost immediately after I put it in. But this one didn't.
I brought the spoon to the soup again taking another one into my mouth.
More tears flowed from my eyes as I did.
It was delicious.
"I'm sorry Luca..." I cried unable to take another spoon. I just couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I didn't even know when the door to my room was pushed open.
"Aria?"
It... It was his voice.
I sniffled, my sobs stopped the instant I heard his voice.
He... He was here? Was he here? Or was my imagination playing tricks on me again?
It wasn't even dark.
"Aria?" I heard his voice again, this time it was filled with concern and worry... then I heard footsteps walking quickly towards me. "Why are you crying?"
I felt two hands hold my shoulder and then he turned me to face him.
He... He was here.
He had come before didn't he? I had been the one to push him away because I was still so angry.
I was still angry... But how could my anger still hold after knowing that he would still be gone?
"Aria?" He brought a finger under my chin and raised my head to look at him.
Worry was etched on his face as he stared at me. He also looked confused and surprised.
My lips trembled as I watched his face.
"Does anything hurt? Are you feeling pain?" He asked, getting anxious.
I shook my head, unable to speak afraid I would begin to cry again. "Aria why are you...?"
I burst into a fit of tears my shoulders shaking.
Luca panicked... I noticed.
He probably was used to people crying and him walking away... He didn't know what to do with me.
I didn't know what to do with myself.
All I knew was that I was pained, I didn't want to lose him. But I couldn't do anything about it.
The only way to let out my pain was to cry.
Suddenly, Luca wrapped his hands around me pulling me close to him. "I'm sorry... I truly am this time. I'm sorry." He sounded genuine. He looked as though he was at a loss. He didn't know what to do with me.
Was he sorry? What was he sorry for?
I tried to push him away. I didn't want to be hugged by him.
"I'm sorry. I promise everything will be fine. I... I promise." He kept saying, his hands cupping my face while his thumb brushed my tears, but they just kept on falling.
I sobbed even harder the more he tried to comfort me.
Would everything be fine?
How was the possible now?
"H...how can you promise that when you have only 29 days left?" I asked amidst my sobs, my shoulders still shaking.
Luca froze "How did you..."
The last thread of hope I had snapped.
Marcus was right.
Fuck!
I raised a hand and slapped him as hard as I could on his arm. "Why would you do this to me? Why?!" I yelled, tears pouring from my eyes. "You made me fall for you, you enticed me... Then you threw me away like trash. You went away with someone else. Suddenly, after so long, you're back... But before I can fully forgive you, before... Before we could be together, you wanted to leave me again?" I said at once...
I was venting my frustrations... All the frustrations he made me feel toward him.
This was all his fault.
I hit him again, while crying loudly... It didn't make me feel any better but I kept doing it.
"Aria..." Luca tried to grab my hands. But I wasn't stopping.
I didn't care anymore.
I just kept hitting him with my eyes closed sobbing.
"Aria listen to me." He finally grabbed my hands and tugged at them, forcing me to open my eyes to look at him. I sniffled, trying to contain my tears. "If it were something I could do, I would want to stay with you." He said in a serious tone, his eyes searching mine to make sure I believed him.
How...
How could I believe him?
How could I trust his words?
"Then why don't you try chemotherapy!" I yelled again, removing my hands from his grip.
"Because it's too late!" Luca yelled back.
Hearing him yell...
It made me stop...
I looked up at him, my eyes blurry.
"The cancer has spread too much in my body." He continued his hands finding mine again. His lips slowly curved into a knowing smile. "I would die. I don't want to do something that would make me look ugly and still die."
How could he... How could he still joke about something so serious?!
"Ouch..." I pushed him in anger. My chest heaved up and down as I glared at him. "You... You still have the strength to joke after knowing this?"
Luca's smile got wider. "You're talking to me."
What the...
How could he still smile?
I became angry, and I pushed him. "Get out..."