Her First Kiss

The sky seems gloomy. Who would have thought that something as colourless as water could make clouds so dark. It has started to drizzle now. I want to stand up and find shelter but I'm way more depressed to do it, in the end decided to just sit on the stairs.

Drizzle turns into rain, the endless music of droplets hitting the soil, rooftops of the building and leaves of trees, just like an old radio coming to life, soaking me totally.

For young couples, it's an occasion to express their love. For elderly, it's a bittersweet memory and for young ones, it's just a wet playground. Rain is like God's own poetry; each drop is a single letter in the song of life. God... we people can never understand him.

Why he's doing this to me? Why me? Everyone for once in their life ask this to God...Why it has to be me? Like this...I have asked him this question for like, how many times I don't know.... but he still decides to ignore me.

2 hours before I was informed about the brain tumor, I have inside my head. The doctor showed me my brain x-ray, It showed that I have something stone like structure thing inside my head.

I had listen about brain tumor before but never once thought I will get opportunity to experience...hehe.....shit.....I'm talking like, I got to experience a life time opportunity, by the way it is a life time opportunity......that none of us want to experience. Again...again why me?....Is God not satisfied with the things he took away from me already...He took my parents away from me at the age of 18....I asked him, "Why me?"....but got ignored.

Now that I was finally stable in my life, he decides to disturb it again. Brain tumor...may be it's for good. I'll be away from this world and, who knows, I might meet my parents in Heaven where my selfish relatives, who always try to snatch all the things that my parents left for me, would not exist.

Then again, I want to live, I want to get a boyfriend and experience everything with him. I have never been in a relationship. I want to get married and live a happy married life, I want to give birth to 2 cute children. I want to experience what being a mother of 2 children feels like. I want to watch them living their life. I want to play with my grandsons and granddaughters. I want to live, I don't want to...die.

It doesn't matter how much I try to act brave; somewhere inside of me is scared of death.

I'm scared to die... Funny right? You are not going to feel anything after your death, but still, you fear "death".

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a...kiss.

I can't believe a stranger is kissing me. It's a soft kiss, his lips brushed mine, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmth of his skin against mine cold and wet.

Shit, a knot is forming in my stomach, not puke but , something like a butterfly's type. I have never been kissed soooo, yeah, this is my first kiss!!!!!!!.

I should jerk away from him right now and slap him for doing this but, I don't know why, I want to lean and kiss him back. Too bad I'm late; he already broke the kiss.

I looked in his brown eyes.

"Are you just going to sit in the rain?" he asked as he handed me his dark blue umbrella.

"Get out of my way before I get soaked too," he ordered.

I didn't reply. I was too stunned by what had happened earlier to release a voice from my voice box.

"Should I kiss you again?" he teased as he tilted his head.

I quickly stood up and walked past him with his umbrella in my hand to prevent me from getting into contact with the rain.

I turned back and saw him entering the building. The images of him kissing me earlier displayed in front of me causing heat to rise on my cheeks. Thank God!! I stood up quickly.

My hands went up to my lips and started caressing it. I can't believe I just lost my first kiss to a handsome stranger.

Maybe I should not give up like this. It's a shame to give up when I've come this far in my life.

Maybe I should fight till my last breath. Then again, this is life, Unexpected things are destined to happen.

Maybe this is what I need in my life.

I folded the umbrella and started running to the hospital.

I ran...my breath became uneven with every step I took. My head started to ache like I'm having a preview of my disease. The umbrella falls from hand as I fall to the ground, on my knees and hold my head in my hands.

It's hurts like crazy...Shit. It feels like someone is cutting my head from the center and then separating the two halves ...No it's not separating, but it's like someone is tearing my head apart.

The salty water escaped from my eyes with the screams. There was no one on the rainy streets to listen to my sobbing.

So, I screamed till my voice box became too dry to even release a single sound.

After my pain became bearable I grabbed the umbrella and started running again.

"Grace?"

Mr. Madden spoke as he saw me entering the doctor's room.

He was an assistant of my late father, but after his death, Mr. Madden took care of me and taught me to run my father's business. He's the only one I have in my life.

I turned to the doctor and said to him,

"I'm ready"

"Yes?" the doctor asked.

"Treatment of the brain tumor...I'm ready, let's do it."

"You're not joking Grace, right?" Mr. Madden asked me with concern.

"No," I confirmed.

"I'm proud of you; you made the right decision, "Mr. Madden said as he embraced me warmly.

"Ok, then we can start from today," the doctor suggested.

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

"Yes, to me too, " Mr. Madden agreed._