Is it Fate?

MEGS POV:

I had been inside all day after my first round of chemo therapy. I guess i should have believed the doctors when they told me i would be exhausted because DAMN i was soooo tired. I decided that it would be best if I went outside and got some fresh air. It took me a while to make it over to the bench by the front entrance, but i slowly made my way over there. I sat down and just closed my eyes so I could appreciate the nice fresh air.

I'm not sure how long Ihad been sitting on this bench but it was definitely a while. I couldn't helpbut to sit here and think about life. I thought about the memories i had with my loving parents. I missed them...desperately. As much as i appreciate all that alex and her family has done for me, it will never be able to come close to what my parents did for me. I was so close to my mom. I was at a school basketball game with alex when i got the call. They were in a bad accident and were airlifted to the closest hospital. I remember running out of the gym crying hysterically. Alex ran after me and took me to the hospital because i was inh no condition to drive. When we got there the doctors told me that my parents injuries were bad and that they weren't likely to make it. I got to spend a few hours with them before they passed. That was the worst day of my life. I still have nightmares about it.

Then i started to think about how I have never been able to open up to anyone. Not even alex. I have a constant fear of losing people so i tend to keep to myself because it would jsut be easier to not have to go through another loss. I haven't dated anyone since my parents death. I write in my journal because that is what i express myself in. Nobody will have to listen to me and my problems. I can say whatever i want and not worry about losing the ones i say it to. IT easier for me to do that.

I was waken from my daydreams when i heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses and a hat looking at me.
"hello. I was just coming over here to see if you are okay. You looked pretty down.." he said t6o me.
"Oh yeah I am fine. Thanks for asking. I think I'm just going to head back inside since they are keeping me here for the day. Have a great day." I said while getting up and heading back inside.
He must have seen me while i was lost in thought because i think i let a tear slip from my eyes. Plus there was no way i was planning on opening up to some stranger. I can't even open up to my best friend..

I ended up taking a long nap once i got inside but the nurses woke me up so they could check and see how i was. The nurses here were really sweet. I actually got to speak with one of the nurses that was here the night of my parents accident. IT was kinda like i had a piece of my parents here with me. After they finished checking up on me i decided to head back out and see if i had another letter waiting for me.

I walked outside and noticed that the letter was placed right by the rock like usual. I picked it up and headed over to sit on the bench. I opened it up and read everything the stranger had written.

When i finished reading i had to wipe away a few tears that were starting to form. How could someone who has no clue who I am say such nice things to me? I mean seriously, this person doesn't know what i look like or act like. How can they say they admire me? Whatever. This writing opportunity was a no strings attached thing for me. I will continue to write but i won't let this stranger develop feelings for me. Or vice verse.

I began writing..

Dear HES,

I had my first round of chemo today. It was tough..i feel exhausted and to be honest i feel really lonely. My roomate/best friend alex has been here for me through everything but she works during the day so she can't be here for chemo. I understand though. I really miss my family. You didnt know this but my parents were killed in a car crash a few years back. I have trouble opening up to people because of that. That is why i am rather shocked that i agreed to writing to you. To answer some of your questions i am 19 and I dont like having cancer. I feel ugly on the inside and outside. No matter how cheeky i try to be, i fail. I mean the only thing i can think about is the fact that i have CANCER. That is basically saying i have a limited time left here. I hate to think like that but this just seems like god is sending me a message. Right? anyways, the doctors think everything is fine but i dont know. We will see. Thanks for letting me vent to you, even though i don't know you. Stay happy my dear stranger.

Love,
Meg


I folded the letter up and placed it under the rock. Its about time i head inside bevause i get to go through more testing tomorrow. YAY!

HARRYS POV:

I couldnt get Meg off of my mind. I wanted to meet her and see her. I felt horrible that someone has to go through that. I would never want to experience any of that. IT was getting pretty late so i decided to head off to bed. The boys will be visiting me tomorrow because they said i seem different than normal and are worried about me. There is something different about me now though. I no longer want to take life for granted. Reading Megs journal helped me realize that life is a precious thing and no one should take it for granted. And that is what i have done, i have taken it for granted. The boys don't need to know about what has happened though. I jut want it to me mine and megs little secret. She means something to me and i am not going to let my fame ruin that.

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