Days flew by in a blur. The next day, I introduced my parents to Luis and they took a liking to him almost instantly (Who wouldn't?) And the 'call' I normally get wasn't as strong either. There have been some...close cases but it's not serious. Meeting him was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I even started to see some colours. But, I soon began to realize that I clearly didn't know much about Luis. While my peculiar conditions were beginning to get better, Luis got worse. It was about five months we were together. His already pale skin was turning paler each day, and I noticed dark circles forming under his eyes. I asked him about his condition but he'd always dodge the question with his smile. Then one day, he disappeared. He just suddenly stopped visiting and he was never at our hill at night. I began fearing the worst. (What if he's....) I shook off the thought. I started asking around to no avail. I claimed to like him but I never knew the simplest things about him like his freaking last name. (Stupid) I thought, feeling bleak. Was I never going to see him again? Feeling lost and helpless, I started to slip into despair when a nurse approached me. "Pardon me miss, are you perchance Ms Ashley Collins?" The nurse questioned.  shook my head in response and she asked me to follow her. As I did so, she led me to another patient room. (Dupont?) read the sign. The nurse opened the door and to my horror and bewilderment, laid in front of me was Luis. He was so pale he resembled a ghost and his dark circles were obviously worse from the last time I saw him. He was so much smaller. The more I looked at him, the more I felt like my thoughts were coming true. I ran passed the nurse and launched myself at his side. I took his hand. It was cold to the touch and I felt my heart stop. "He...he isn't gone...yet," a rough voice informed me. (Of course stupid, the monitors still beeping) I wiped away the tears that formed and thanked the strange man. That's when I realized that Luis's room wasn't completely empty. In the corner, there were two people whom I believed to be his parents. "Are you Miss Ashley Collins?" another voice interjected. It was the lady I presumed to be his mother. Not wanting to appear rude, I formally introduced myself. "Our son has told us all about you," The lady continued, "He has to undergo surgery....and his chances aren't.....aren't the best," she began to tear up, voice barely able to finish her sentence. "He was asking to see you one last time... in case the worst happened..." His father interjected, comforting his wife. Everything was happening so fast. I couldn't comprehend it all. (Surgery? Low success? He's...He's dying?) The tears that I originally wiped away were emerging once again. "I'm sure Lui never told you what he has, am I right?" His father took in a deep breath, almost as if just saying it would make him cry. "Chronic lymphocytic leukemia....treatable, not curable...." I felt as if my world had come crashing down. Before I could even process all the information, we were all caught off-guard by Luis's sudden outburst. His vitals were wavering and his breathing irregular. The nurses rushed him to the ER with his parents immediately behind. My feet gave away and I fell to the floor. Five months....We only had five f***ing months! F*** you god. I couldn't help but curse the world. I couldn't help but curse god as I sat on the floor waiting for the inevitable.