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Watching from afar has become my new way of life. Watching my friends be happy, watching my peers live in a blissful ignorance, and watching my family watch me wither away.
Being diagnosed with cancer was a painful punch to the gut, a wa...
A/N - I have to say I am completely overwhelmed with the response to this book!!!! I took a little break (hence why I haven't responded to comments), but this book has gotten more attention than I honestly ever thought it would!! So thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I promise I'll start up my other books again! In the mean time enjoy another bonus chapter :)))))
———— Leena's POV
My heart is pounding so loud I swear everyone around me can hear it. They all lounge on the fancy sofas, talking about anything and everything; feeling nothing but complete excitement for what is to come.
I vaguely hear my mom call my name, asking for my attention. No doubt about something there's no way I could focus on right now. Instead I find solace in the washroom, dragging my big gown behind me as I wish deeply I wasn't wearing such beautiful makeup so I could splash cold water on my face.
As I lean on the sink, forcing deep breathes to travel as far down as they could possibly go, a knock resonates through the room, the distinct sound of Dylan's hand will never go unnoticed by me.
"Lee?" He calls out as I study my reflection in the mirror. My wild dark hair as grown out almost to my bellybutton, and I haven't found the courage to cut it again.
The hairstylist, Eddie, as somehow managed to tame it in a brilliant braided up-do, making me look more elegant than I ever have before.
"Yeah, Dyl?" I call back, already knowing what he's about to say next.
"Open the door." He replies as my own brown eyes pierce my reflection.
I do as he says, stepping back once the doors open so he doesn't step on my dress.
"You're stunning, Lee." My brother says almost breathlessly, as he takes in the beautiful gown I managed to find.
The top has a modest, yet deep cut showing a hint of cleavage as the white fabric is littered with little flowers. The diamond studded belt clenches my waist before the A-line skirt branches out into a nude colour, the flowers fading about half way down.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
"Thanks." I say with a genuine smile, my nerves subsiding for half a second. "You look handsome, I have to say."
He rolls his eyes at my teasing tone as he adjusts the sleeves to his tuxedo.
"I know I do." He replies with a smirk. "Now why are you hiding away in here? Are you having second thoughts?"
"No of course not." I respond without a second thought. "It's just a little overwhelming, I guess. And it's hard not knowing how he's doing while I'm a crumbling mess."
"You know exactly how he's doing, Lee. I just came from their suite and he can't wipe the stupid smile off of his face. It's almost disgusting."
"Stop." I answer with a smile and roll of my eyes, my nerves slowly dissipating.
