Diana.
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Every time she walks into the room her head begins to spin.
She knows it's not her reaction to the stale air, or the bright white walls that shine even when her eyes are closed.
The doctors told Diana that her mother is getting weaker, that the cancer is finally taking over, and there's nothing they can do.
It's all a matter of time, they said.
That's what makes her head spin.
She hadn't seen Zayn for a few days, as she knew that his father didn't have much time left either. She knew that he had to spend as much time as possible with his father. And she figured that she would do the same.
Diana grabbed ahold of her mother's hand, her fingertips tracing over a slow pulse. Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh she didn't realise she was holding, moving in the uncomfortable chair to rest her head on her mother's shoulder. A thin tube interrupts the contact, the line running from a machine into her mother's nose.
"I wish you would wake up" she murmured, rubbing her thumb along her mother's frail veins.
"I met a boy," she continued. "I think you would like him. His name is Zayn, and he has such beautiful eyes, mother. His father is dying too. Lung cancer, I think he told me. I haven't seen him for a few days, he said that his father doesn't have much time left, and the doctors told me that you don't either-" she choked, tears running down her face as realisation finally hit her.
"Time is a fragile thing" her mother used to say.
Now she might start to believe her.
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yeah okay I know this isn't very good but idc
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