It's a week after Olly and I's kiss. He's sitting in the center of the room, playing with the black rubber band on his wrist.
I sit down next to him, and let his fingers connect with mine.
I look into ocean eyes. "You're really beautiful."
He looks away, shyly. "Who knew a ghost spy princess could be so pretty?"
I blush and kiss him on the cheek. He presses his lips against mine.
Suddenly, I feel dizzy. I pull away, cradling my head in my hands.
"Maddy," Olly says. He's sounds concerned. "Are you okay?"
Everything hurts now. My brain feels as if someone is hitting it with a baseball bat. My throat is dry and my body is up in flames. I lay down, wincing from the pain.
"CARLA!" I hear rapid footsteps and screams.
Carla's sitting beside me, grabbing medicine, while crying.
"Olly," I whisper.
He's on the couch, sobbing. "It's all my fault," he cries. He won't stop chanting it. I want to tell him it isn't, that he can't control my disease. But everything's moving slowly, and hurting more.
I imagine my mom living in pain. I imagine Olly blaming himself for the rest of his life. I imagine Carla wondering what would have happened if she would've just said no to meeting him.
I close my eyes. This is the end. I hope no one blames themselves for this. I hope they know how much I love them.
I feel my heartbeat slow down. Goodbye, world.
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