Buried With Lots Of Love

If you had a life-threatening disease, would your loved one still stay by you?

“Hmmm, you smell nice.” (sniffing hair)

“Ewww girl, get away from me.” (giggling)

(Both settles down)

“Hey, can I ask you something? It might be a bit disturbing but don’t overthink it too much.”

“Mmm-mow-mew-mam-mask-mee-mamyming.” (face still buried in hair)

“I’m serious.”

“(gets face out of her hair) I know, love. I only said, you know you can ask me anything.”

“You should be serious at serious times, You’re never serious, you know that? You’re always playing around, making jokes. You never take things seriously and it is getting on my nerves.”

“Just because you’ve never seen me in serious mode, doesn’t mean I’m never serious. Let’s just say I’m good at hiding my serious mode thingy.”

“Excuses.”

“Was that the serious thing you wanted to ask me? (eyes brighten up) Get it? Get it? You get the invisible pun?”

“(rolls eyes at the lame joke) Dummy. But no. There’s another thing I want to ask you. But never mind.”

“(propping up head on elbow) I’m curious now. Ask.”

“(pauses) If someone you love is suddenly diagnosed with cancer, what would you do?”

“(genuinely shocked) Why are you asking that sort of question so out of the blue? You never ask those kind of questions.”

“Just tell me.”

“Why?”

(heavy tension sets in)

“I have colon cancer.”

“(pause then laughs) Very funny, babe. Very funny.” (lies back down on the bed)

“Two months ago, my doctor diagnosed me with Stage 3 colon cancer. He said I have about two to three years, give or take a few months.”

“Mmhmm.” (not taking her seriously)

“I love you.” (eyes blurring with tears)

“Let’s just assume you’re serious and you do have that Stage 3 cancer. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“(takes out document from bag) You still don’t believe me? Here.”

“(reads document, eyes widening in surprise, fear and anger) This can’t be happening. You can’t be serious! Two months ago! Why did you only tell me now?!”

“Wait, wait listen to me, please…”

“(getting out of bed, pacing the room) Oh my god, this changes everything. My plans, all gone. No no no no. What am I supposed to do now? Cancel the trip? What am I going to tell other people? S**t s**t s**t. (pacing gets faster) They’re going to think I did it. Aw man, I already got a bad reputation. I don’t need a murder on my hands too.”

“Are you going to throw me aside just because I have cancer? Just because I am temporary? I love you. I do. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before.”

“Well, f**k all that, b***h! Of course I’m going to dump you! Now, actually! What were you thinking?! Dating me when you have that-that-that disease! I don’t need or want to date someone who is infected! S**t I gotta get out of this sick hellhole!” (grabs clothes and packs everything)

“(whispers) I thought you loved me..”

“(almost out the door) Who the hell would love such a sick b***h like you? (exits, slamming the door)

“(muttering) Maybe I should not have told you and let you suffer after I’m gone.”

 

(Two years, three months, four days later, she dies, alone.)

She would have at least liked to be buried with love.

Author's Note

Please note, do not be confused at the 'face still buried in hair' speech part. Actual speech is presented two lines below. I just wanted to express how the scene really went.