La verdad, las 5 estrellas se las ganaron los últimos capítulos tan tristes, imposible no sufrir con esta historia tan agridulce, debe ser una de las pocas que tienen este final y se trata sobre un chico joven, además de que el cáncer es un touchy subject para mi por experiencias cercanas, todo eso es un combo para llorar como un bebé. Totalmente recomendable, el comienzo es "meh.." pero mejora.
“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” I finally said, my voice raspy from all the crying, “but I kept putting it off. There was never a right moment to do it. I was so scared, Hadie, so scared when I went to bed every night; scared that I wouldn’t wake up the next day and get to see you.”
“There must be something, anything, the doctors can do for you. Maybe if you tried chemo or radiation therapy again there’s a chance you’d make it.” She sounded desperate, grasping at straws, trying to figure out a way for me to stay with her just a bit longer.
I shook my head, giving her a sad smile. “No, Hadie, there’s nothing that can be done for me. The cancer has spread too far. The doctors told me I had a year to live. Well, my year is up. It was up months ago. I’m living on borrowed time, but that time is soon going to run out. I can feel death creeping into me. I can sense it when I lie in bed at night. It hovers over me like a cloud, just out of reach, but I know it’s there. I’m not going to put myself through chemo or radiation therapy ever again. Either way, I’m going to die. It’ll only be delaying something that is inevitable.”
The boy who had brought so much warmth into my life was now lying beside me, cold, dull, lifeless and dead.
All of a sudden, a wailing erupted from somewhere around me, a sound so heart-wrenching that I’d never heard anything like it before. It took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me and with it came another realization—that I had lost Lincoln forever.
Our love is short, it is fleeting, but it is real.
Our time together falls through my fingers like sand. I try to grasp at it, but eventually it will leave me.
I will have to leave you, Hadie. One day, very soon, I will no longer get to hear you rambling or listen to one of your literary references or feel your lips against mine. I don’t know when that day will come, but I know it will be soon.
When that day comes, I don’t want you to close yourself off. I want you to grow from the memories we shared. I want you to remember me and smile.
I have always wondered what comes after life and death. Will I still remember you? Will I still know you? Will I cease to exist? I’m not sure what comes next, Hadie. The only thing I am sure of is uncertainty.
Don’t see our time together as something to mourn. See it as a way to live. Cherish every second you have. Hold the ones you love close to you. Sing, even when you don’t know the words to the song. Smile when the sun shines on your face. Dance in the rain. Stare in wonder at the ripples that disturb the surface of our lake.
Life is made up of ripples. We are two ripples that collided and now we are fading away, going our separate ways.
If I am ever given a chance to hold onto something, I will always hold onto my memories of you.