Yoshi, here have this random short story-kind-of-thingie I once wrote when I was bored in class... :
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"I'm Cancer," he said, slowly, moving towards the window. She wasn't sure if it was for the heavy clouds blocking the sky, but his skin looked awfully grey, unhealthy. Well, she was sure she isn't looking any better - that place was hospital after all.
She smiled, her eyes brightened. He seemed to be around her age and she didn't know any other kids who stayed there, so the days were long and boring. "I'm Pisces!" she replied in a hope of making a new friend, not giving a single thought to how strange it was to start a conversation with telling each other their zodiac sign.
"No, no," he shook his head and in a tired, yet careful manner, he sat down on the edge of her bed. She noticed how pale was the skin of his hand on a white hospital sheet. His frame was timid, his eyes gray and without shine. Dark hair seemed to be a color darker than any black the girl had ever seen before. "You don't understand," he said, with a soft sigh.
She didn't react. She just sat there on her bed, motionless, gazing at this person who seemed almost too fragile to be alive.
But then she twitched, as he turned to her and their eyes met. A strange fragrance of sorrow filled the room, as something in her heart ached.
"I'm the cancer…" his hand reached forward, his fingers cold as he gently touched her collarbone. "…I'm what is killing you…"




