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Skinny Love

 

Everyday, I would have my sessions with her. We mostly talk about general topics, her interests, books she have read. Sometimes, I find myself volunteering to speak or answering her questions.

 

If we were friends, it wouldn’t be a problem but we were in a patient – physician relationship so blurred lines are a no-no. But I was foolhardy trying to gain her trust to talk to me about something personal about her that I didn’t realize I was putting out too much of myself.

 

 

 

 

 

It was in the next few months that we had more personal and meaningful conversations. We were doing the If questions.

 

I asked her “If you could do something else important, what would it be?”

 

She was quiet so I don’t know whether she was thinking or ignoring me so I decided to volunteer an answer. “If I weren’t doctor, I’d probably be a musician.”

 

She looked at me oddly probably imagining me as some type of artist.

 

“I used to be in a band with my friends in college. We were The BigBang. Weird, but it sounded way cooler then. Anyway, wanting to be a doctor and helping people won in the end so here I am” I said.

 

“You’re lucky to be able to do what you love. I don’t know what I want. But I know I don’t want this.” She gestures at herself and at the room, meaning her sickness. “I just want to live, truly live you know? Not just existing. Maybe then, I’d find something worth my life.”

 

My insticts were telling me I was right about her having unresolved issues.

 

“If you could be anything what do you want to be?”

 

“When I was younger my daddy told me my nickname Dara meant star so I wanted to be one but stars only come out at night when it’s dark so what’s the point?  A bird maybe, so I could fly away from here” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

 

 “But the sun is a star.” I pointed out.

 

She was still and then her face lit up with a genuine smile, the first I have ever seen of her. Suddenly, she looked younger and more beautiful, as if she was before she was sick. It was brief but it should have been enough to cast alarm bells in my mind.

 

“Thank you.” She said. “I think you’re a sun too”

 

 

 

 

 

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TOPalmond #1
Chapter 6: Damn tears still flowing through even though this is not my 1st nor 2nd times reading thia story. It just breaks me everytime i read it. And ever since then, when i heard Birdy's skinny love, my minda recalling this story all over again. I must confess, this story and Maybe In Time probably my favorite fic from you.
Thank you for all your words, unnie..
RitzLeija #2
iKR SUPER SAD!!
CassieJYJlhyn #3
Chapter 6: whoooa....very sad!!
peppiwelsh1 #4
Chapter 6: SAD but I still love how you put everything in place. Can you please write a longer story because I really love reading your stories.
chen_free #5
Chapter 6: I love this story so much. So very much..
SoarHigh
#6
Chapter 6: This is superb! I really love the way you write. In a short story you make a magnificent story. Love the lines and everything! Continue to write and inspire!
Happy-Dee
#7
Chapter 6: My friend is always chasing Love. Keeping to find it. Dreaming to have it. I never knew why she's fond of it but reading all your works made me do what she does. How ironic it is, seeing myself trying to focus on something, my career but finding the other one which is love.
xxxsweet #8
Chapter 6: This is probably one of the most touching story I've ever read. Knowing that love can possibly exist and happen for anyone. It's true, love is love. Everyone deserves it. It's just sad that not all of us have the endings we want. Gosh. Daragon keeps on haunting me. It makes me realize how good is love is. >.<
Influenced_1796 #9
Chapter 6: How can you be this well-versed in terms of love? How could you possibly think of such a situation where love could actually exist? Words love you for some reason that you do understand how to put them together in such a magnificent way... :)