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It seems to be that my life is going no where. The fact of my love story is over. I've been contemplating suicide and other ways of death. I wish I could just end it all. I wish that somehow it would just work. Like a retro pop song. I want you to want me. It'd be soo easy but it's never really like that.

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Ugh, my phone. Vibrating. Maybe it's someone important. Sher. Not important at the moment. I'll let my voicemail pick it up. If it's that important, she can leave a voicemail. She's probably really mad at me. I judged her for her actions. What I thought was sin was none of her fault. She couldn't help it. Her poor innocent skinny body.
Doo.Doo. Voicemail.
"Please enter your password then press pound" Blah blah. Typed it in.
"You have one new voice message. First voice message. Hey Alex. This is Sher. You probably didn't pick up on purpose but thats ok. You were probably scared with what I was going to say so you didn't pick up. Or you're just mad at the whole situation. One of the two. Or you just missed me. Oh, sorry, I'm rambling. I wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I said this morning. I can't stay mad at you. I never can. Could you please come over because I need to talk to you. It's something real important. Don't call, just come"
"To delete this message press 7, to save it press 9" I pressed nine. I always did that. I always saved those messages that I'd wanted to hear over and over again. Hasn't Sher told me enough stuff she needs to tell me? Oh well, I'll just go over there. It's not like I have anything else better to do. I slipped on my clogs and my NorthFace fleece jacket. It was only about two blocks away or so. It was cold out. Real cold. -9 or so?

Ding dong. I could hear some little kid running to the door. She has like 9 little brothers. I have no idea how she does it.
"Hi. I'll get Sher right now"
"Alright, thanks" I have no idea which brother it was, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I could hear soft and suddle foot steps come towards me. There was my Sher. My best friend.
"Hey Alex"
"Hi Sher. You wanted me?"
"So you did get my voicemail. Come in the basement." I walked downstairs. There was  some great memories here. My first kiss. My first sleepover. My first time being able to chug a soda. I miss those memories.
"Alright, what'd you need to tell me"
"Uhm Alex" she said with her eyes growing full of water, "This isn't good news"
"Sher, what is it?"
"I'm sick"
"Do you want to lay down or something? I can make you some soup or something. What do yo---"
"Alex! Just listen"
"Okay, I'm listening"
"I have cancer and I stopped responding to treatment awhile ago. The doctors give me one month" This is pretty much where my heart stops.