Stay away from her

“I have cancer and nine months to live” Elaine’s words resonated in Mystro’s head. He couldn't think for a minute after she said it, suddenly the air in the car began grew thicker and he was unable to breathe. Droplets of sweat began to drip from his head. “Mystro” she tried to snap him out of the shock but he was too invested in it. The next thing he did was step out of the car to get some air, Mystro felt like a grip was on his neck choking him and he had to breathe out all the air that was in his lungs. After a little while of trying to relax, he still doubted her words and returned to the car. This time he left the door open as she sat down. “Tell me you are joking?” he asked hoping she was playing a prank on him. “No, I am telling you the truth. I have cancer. I was diagnosed of stage four cancer at the beginning of the year” she confessed and there was so much silence in the car that all they could hear was the sound of cars driving and children playing in the park. Mystri blinke