Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 20:58:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kelly Fedor <npgtwist@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Life Part 7

His Life Part 7
By- Kelly Jean

     Those three hours of crying and holding each
other
went by slowly. I was in so much shock of hearing Jake
was literily dying in my arms. Later on he told me he
wanted to get out of the house and go somewhere. It
was
a good idea, especially since my parents would be home
soon.

     We ended up going to lunch at a local resturante.
I wasn't very much into eating, I never have been so
it
wasn't shocking to see my plate half full when I
finished. Yet, Jake was a different story. He ate a
lot, this I saw everyday at lunch. Today he ate only a
few bites. He said it was because of the medication he
took last evening and his health in general. He ended
up paying for the entire meal.

     "Can we go to the beach?" he asked after he paid.
The way he spoke...I knew something else was on his
mind.

     "Of course."

     I drove us to my house, literily running inside
to
grab my trunks, then we drove to his house where we
changed for obvious reasons. Shortly we were off to
the
beach. We got there after about thirty minutes of
silence.

     "Water looks nice," I commented as our feet
touched onto the hot sand.

     "It does. It's nice. Not too many people are
here." Jake's voice sounded so sad. "Let's walk along
the water then sit under the peir."

     As we walked he took my hand in his. I was
surprised at first and a little embarassed. Though, I
let him. His grip was very tight.

     "Let's sit here," he commanded once we reached
the
peir. He sat down first then I followed. Jake currled
up against me. "Lay down," he whispered in my ear. I
did.

     "Is something else wrong, Jake?"

     He nodded then sighed, "Listen, I feel beyond
sick
right now. Don't freak out on me, but I should be in
the hospital right now. I'd rather be here though,
with
you."

     "Jake, wow, that's so sweet. I just can't believe
this."

     Before I could say anything else his toungue
gently glided into my mouth. His hands brushed across
my chest ever so softly. I could feel him crawling on
top of me kissing all over my neck, face and lips. His
touch was so comforting.

     "Tonight, Tony, I'm going to have to go into the
hospital. I want to see you before I die-"

     "Don't say that."

     "I have to face the facts. I'm going to die. When
you come and see me in the hospital I don't want that
to be the way you remember me. I don't want you to
remember me hooked up to tubes and on tons of
medication. I want you to remember right now and the
past experiences we've made. I just wish we could have
made more."

     Tears began building in my eyes. He saw this and
kissed away my tears.

     "Tony, I've never loved anyone like the way I
love
you."

     His words continued to be whispered in my ear. I
knew in the back of my mind this was drawing attention
to other beach-goers, but it didn't matter. This was
going to be the last time I saw him free to do what he

wanted and I was going to help him make the best of
it.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with much
caressing
of each others skin, kissing and touching all over.
Too
bad our trunks couldn't come off. But that was
alright.
We had each other and that was enough. Right then we
pledged how we would always love each other.