The End of May

“How’s your burger? Hopefully better than mine…” Mike muttered, eyeing the McDonald’s double cheeseburger with slight disgust. But he took another bite, probably for my sake. I was the one who liked McDonald’s, not him.

“Just as good as always, I guess,” I muttered, taking another bite of my Big Mac.

“That’s the last burger you’ll ever have,” he grimly stated.

“Yeah, I know…” I had been trying to avoid thinking like that. Leave it to Mike to remind me I was going to be dead in less than a year. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach, and couldn’t finish eating so I put it back in the red cardboard box and started sipping my cola.

The look on my face must have been bad because he put his burger away and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. Softly, he kissed my shortly cut black hair.

“I love you, May,” he murmured.

My blue eyes caught his brown ones in the dying sunlight, and the coming tears choked my words. Life is so unfair.

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