Chapter 152 The End Of A Life Not Lived

• Another week of vomiting and I was sure I was about to die. The fear was nearly unbearable, and I wished I could talk to someone, but I did not want to scare my mom.
• I sat in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come and tell me if I had cancer. In the days leading to the doctor’s appointment, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. It was what made me cry even more, thinking that I would die, having not even lived my life. I wanted to love, wanted to be loved. I wanted to belong. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to dance under the bright sun in a field of flowers. I wanted to catch flights from one city to the other. I wanted to sleep on a beach under the stars.
• Since forever, I had just been existing, not living. Every day I had lived through seemed like a waste now.