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Chapter 8...



Two weeks had gone by and the doctors said Foncé could leave Thursday. Sah-mule would leave Friday. Foncé almost didn’t want to leave…

Carolinia rolled over to the window. “I heard you’ll be leaving soon so… I want you to have this.” She handed him the Loneliness, volume 1. “I also made some changes in my will, for you to have all of my yaoi. You’re gonna need it.” Foncé’s heart skipped a beat. “Will? You look younger than me! Why do you need a will?” For the first time, Carolinia wasn’t smiling. “I have leukemia, Foncé. I was supposed to die a long time ago.” She weakly smiled. Foncé thought to him self… ‘what is it like to know you could die any minute? Are you glad to see the light of a new day? Or disappointed that it’s another chance to make a good bye even longer?’

Foncé bit his lip. “I’m glad to be alive today. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t had made a friend like you.” she smiled. To Foncé, her smile was more than a sign of friendliness, but a sign of life. He hugged her; she was so small and fragile. “You shouldn’t be hugging me.. You should be hugging Sah-mule.” Her voice sounding slightly more cheerful. Foncé began to wonder when he should start pulling away. “I hug him almost every time I leave.” He thought about how much closer he had gotten to Sah-mule with Carolinia’s help. He had an idea to think her and he could arrange it in about three minutes. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I never realized how white your hair was. Does your name mean snow in some other language? It sounds French.” She finally released him. “No, snow is neige in French. Foncé means dark. I don’t know why I have that name though.”

A dark brown haired lady with red lips stick walked in. “Foncé?” Her voice echoed down the hall. He got up to leave, waving to Carolinia, good bye.


Foncé could walk blind folded to Dr. Paris’ office by now. He knocked on the door. “Foncé! Please, come in.” Foncé walked into the small office and sat on the reclined chair as usual. Dr. Paris sat on his stool, examining a clip board. “Well, according to my notes… it appears that we haven’t gotten anywhere,” he flipped the page. “ but.. There doesn’t seem to be.. Eh, any reason for us to continue your sessions. We still want you to stay here until Friday. Mostly, this therapy seems to be a waste of your time.” He sat the board down on his desk. “It hasn’t been a complete waste. I feel like I’ve gotten somewhere at least.” Foncé placed his hands in his lap. Dr. Paris arched a brow. His hazel bluish- green eyes burned into Foncé. “I’m able to talk to my friend better..”
“How well is better?” Dr. Paris asked.

It was silent. ‘How well was better?’
“How about we end early today, so you can think about it?” Foncé nodded. His heart lunged as he practically asked his question involuntarily. “ Dr. Paris, can I ask you something?”
‘What the hell am I thinking!?’ Foncé gave a small friendly smile. “Will you go… on a date… with-.”
“You?”
“NO! Um….” It would had been silent if it weren’t for Foncé’s heart beat pounding in his ears. “Um, no.. with Carolinia- er I mean, Caroline. She’s my friend I met here and she’s helped me out a lot. She really looks up to you though.” Foncé felt that was the best way to say it.
“I know Caroline. I suppose I can do that for you.” Dr. Paris leaned back in his seat. “Not for me, for Caroline. Thank you.” Foncé looked down at his shoes- dieing to leave.



To be continued as..... 8 AN' A HALF!!! (wouldn't that be like 8.5 or something XDDD)