CHARLOTTE'S DYING

       Charlie's house was as big as Danny and Nora's house only that the swimming pool was downstairs. The house was brightly lit and airy. Charlie took Faith to the living room and sat her on a fluffy sofa. She sat there, her face burning from the tears. No tears were coming down now, but her face was swollen from tears and her eyes were puffy. 

       Charlie went over and made her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. She grabbed the mug with both hands and sipped from it. Charlie went and sat beside her. 

         "You look very upset Faith," he asked with concern. 

      Faith didn't say any at first. She just focused on nothing. Charlie sat patiently waiting for her to decide what to say. She looked around the living room, there were no pictures of Charlie and his lover. She removed her eyes from looking around and focused on her coffee. 

       "Charlotte's dying," Faith finally said, still looking at the mug. 

         "What?" 

     Faith wiped her tears. She didn't know why it hurt her so much that Charlotte was dying. It had triggered something in her, something she couldn't even put her hands to. Charlie wiped her face with his kerchief. 

        "Are you still feeling bad that you made out with Ethan?" 

       Faith shook her head. "I'm not like this because I feel guilty. I can't just believe she has cancer and that it was that bad. I don't even know what to do, I don't know how to feel. She was so lively she never showed how bad it had been for her since we met, she has always been a cheerful girl. She said she to be a fashionista. Was that why she said circumstances came her way... "

       Charlie drew Faith into his arms and consoled her. " Shh, it's enough now. Don't cry again."

        "She was ready to put her life for anyone. She is still a promising young girl. She brings light with her wherever she goes." 

         "I'm sorry that you had to feel this way and I'm sorry that your friend is dying. I'm sorry about it." 

       Faith sobbed profusely on his chest and he kept consoling her. She slept off and he lay her on the sofa and covered her up. He sat there watching her while she slept. 

          That night, Charlotte cried again after months. She always tried to forget her condition and put it at the back of her mind. When she had been diagnosed with r, she had cried all night, all her dreams had been thwarted and she had thought of taking her own life, she had even attempted it twice and it hadn't worked for her. 

       Then at a point, she learnt to live with it she told herself after attending therapy classes that she was going to live like every other person on earth. She was going to make things happy for herself. Even when she had started losing her hair, she had not panicked. 

       For months now, she had never thought about her cancer, she had left her mother and brother because their actions constantly reminded her of it and she had met Ethan people that have not known her or her condition and she felt alive again.