Remember Us This Way Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
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It’s been a little over a week since my birthday, and if I’m honest with myself, I’ve known this for a while. I keep declining, too rapidly to be able to fight it much longer. My radiation therapy is due to start next week, but I just don’t think I have the strength to go through it, nor do I want to spend what little time I have dealing with the discomfort that will come along with it.

I’m dying.

It’s as simple as that. And when I go, I don’t want to be in pain. I don’t want to be locked in a treatment facility having my body constantly blasted with high doses of radiation for the small chance it might actually work.

I want to go on my terms. I want to be happy. I want to go in my own bed, holding Noah as I take my last breath and fade away from this magical life. I want to be surrounded by love and happiness, not the incessant beeping of machines and clinical smells of the treatment center.

The clock is ticking painfully fast, and I’m running out of time. A week, two, maybe three? I don’t know, but I think it’s time to start asking those hard questions. Time for me to sit down with Noah and tell him that I’m not getting any better, that this is going to be the end of the road for me.

He holds so much hope that I’m going to somehow magically survive this, but deep down, I think he knows just as I do. He’s been watching me fade each day, watching me getting further and further away.

Tears well in my eyes, and as a shaky whimper escapes my lips, my family all stops what they’re doing, their eyes coming right to mine. Hazel pauses her movie, her brows furrowed as Dad glances up from his phone. Mom though, her eyes search right through to my soul, and as if being on the same wavelength, her heart breaks right in front of my face, big tears forming in her eyes.

She quickly hurries across the room, throws herself down beside me on the couch, and pulls me right into her arms. “Oh honey,” she cries, gently rocking me back and forth. “It’s going to be okay.”

I cry into her shoulder as Hazel scooches in closer. “I’m not going to make it,” I tell them, absolutely terrified, breaking into deep, heaving sobs. “I’m not going to make it. I’m dying.”

“Shhhhhh,” Mom soothes, holding me so damn tight, it hurts, and yet she doesn’t tell me I’m wrong or beg me to hold on just a little while longer. Deep down, we all know it’s true. We all know this is the end of the road for me.

Hazel scooches so close that she’s practically in my lap, shoving Allie out of the way, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want you to die,” she wails, and the agony in her tone is the most excruciating thing I’ve ever heard, tearing me apart from the inside out.

“I’m sorry,” I cry, desperately wishing there was another way. “I can’t . . . I can’t do the radiation like this. I’m not strong enough. It’s only going to kill me faster, and I don’t want to die like that.”

“It’s okay,” Mom murmurs, her hand brushing down my hair as Dad sits forward in his chair, his elbows braced on his knees as he silently weeps into his hands. “It’s going to be okay. You don’t need to be scared, my sweet girl. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

I cry into her shoulder, the despair, fear, and uncertainty crippling me as we all fall to pieces in our home—the very home that holds so many memories, so many good times, the home where I had my very first kiss from Noah and he whispered in my ear, telling me how much he really did like my stupid girl kisses.

How can I possibly leave this place?

I have so much more I want to do, so much life I want to live. I want to graduate high school and spend years at college with Noah. I want to fall so much deeper in love with him, every day falling harder until he’s down on one knee, asking me to spend the rest of our lives together. I want to walk down the aisle and throw myself into his arms. I want to travel the world and be there for Noah as he accepts a contract with the NFL. I want to have a million little babies with Noah’s dark eyes, and I want to watch as they grow and call him daddy. And then once our babies are all grown and moved out, I want to spend every day of the rest of our lives loving each other until we die of old age, only after living a full life, knowing it couldn’t have possibly gotten any better.


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