Free Till Death Do Us Part : Sad Love Story by Lily John Page A

around, amidst cheering and clapping spectators and with teary eyes, ran into my arms.
    Alyssa
    They say that when you are going to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, I was going to die, but over a period of one a half months, and I can see no life before me, just what is going to happen. I could n’ t care less if my memory suddenly disappeared, because all I care about is the now and the later .
    The first time I saw Phillip Sawyer was the day I moved into this town.  He was shopping for clothes, and I was grocery shopping. I wore a red shirt similar to what the store employees were wearing, so I guess he must have mistaken me for one. He came up to me and asked me the price of one particular shirt, and I clarified I was n’ t a store employee. Then he clarified that he knew, and just needed a reason to talk to me. Then I got the phone call from the hospital telling me to come immediately.
    After the diagnosis, I was pretty heartbroken. I did n’ t tell anyone, except Rex, my dog; not until two weeks went by. I remember that after I was done at the hospital, and the doctors gave me the choice, I asked for a few minutes to myself and during that time, I took a walk outside, my mind surprisingly blank. By the time I reached the end of the road, I’ d made my decision. I was n’ t going to end my life just like, poof. I had to make a mark, live my life, a life worth living, at least in my last few months. I’ m probably guessing that if I had n’ t found out my life was ending; I would have just gone on just like before. So I went up to the doctor and told him that I wanted to live.
    The next day, I went to the ca fé after my Saturday run and registered on a few dating sites, though I knew it was n’ t going to work. When a shadow fell over me and a male voice asked for my order, and I looked up and saw the man I’ d seen at the store, my heart almost stopped. I’ d managed to keep a poker face and smile at the guy, and give my order. H e’ d taken it and gone. I’ d observed him for a few weeks, when I realized waiting around was a waste of my precious time. That was when I gathered up the courage to ask him.
    When I got up after explaining everything and realized how stupid I’ d been, and he called me back and told me he loved me too, I thought I would burst. The feeling I felt when I ran into his arms was pure, sheer joy.
    The next day, we told our parents. His mother and father were originally surprised, and then they told me they would love for me to marry his son. They obviously did n’ t know the truth. Phillip threw me this look that told me he did n’ t want them to know. My parents were obviously thrilled. Even Aurora, who usually ignores me and my spontaneous, stupid decisions approved of this one.
    She took me aside after the joy, behind the house, in the backyard .“ Are you sure about this, Ally ?” She asked me and I knew she was truly happy, but just being careful .“ Yes, I am; very sure .” She took a glance back to Phillip, who was laughing with Dad .“ He does look delicious. I ca n’ t say h e’ s not a catch ,” I elbowed her, a silly grin on my face. She glanced back to me, and we giggled like teenagers together.
    The day after, we got married, at my house. Phillip looked gorgeous, in his tuxedo, blue-eyed, dark haired. I wore my mothe r’ s wedding dress, a long gown in a shade of dirty-white that had these tiny little peach-coloured roses at the left side of my waist, and was otherwise void of design.
    I walked to him, and his eyes were full of tears, that I started crying just that tiny bit. Mum and Daddy were positively sobbing. The ceremony was over by eight, and after dinner, I could feel the butterflies set in.
    I’ ve had my share of high school crushes and back-seat groping, but I’ ve never gone the whole way; I’ ve never had the guts. I’ d always assured myself losing my virginity to my life-long husband is better.
    So I watched as Phillip laughed