The room smelled weird, like someone peed in the floor and just walked away. The beeping from the machines was giving Amber a head ache, and the vibe was putting her over the edge.
Amber sat in a had hospital chair looking at her brother, Chris. She had never seen him so helpless, not even when they were kids, and he broke his arm. Even then Chris stood up and walked to their mother, Elise, and calmly let her know what happened. He was older now, 18, and stronger than he used to be, but still not strong enought to fight off his cancer. He sat three times a week in the same chair with the same tubes hookes up to him, taking Khemo like a man. Not once did he cry, not once did he flinch, the only thing he did that showed weekness was tell Amber not to cry at the funeral.
Amber did cry though. After six months of Khemo, Chris' body had just had enough and on February 6th he gave up. Amber stood at the foot of the grave pushing tears off her face as the minister spoke. Shehad never been so devistated in her life. Her brother was always there for her, but now, she would never have the same connection with him. He was gone now. Amberheld the neclace that hung from her neck. It was a locket with a small heartshaped picture inside it. Chris gave it to her.
Out of thecorner of her eye Amber saw someone in the distance. It was a guy and he was standingunder a tree looking at the funeral. Amber admired him untill the priest was finnished and everyone began hugging. Once people were in motion Amber approched the guy. His eyes were glistening blue and his hair was brown and culy. "Nicejeans." Amber's voice, sarcastic, seemed to awaken something in the young man and he grinned. "Did you know Chris?" She stood a foot away from the boy, safe distance she thought.
"Um, yes, I suppose i did." Amber was amused by the angelic sound leaving his mouth. Never had she heard anything so beautiful. "He saved my life. What about you did you know him?"
Amber puzzled by the remark stammered, "Yeah, I ... er...He was my...uh...brother." The look on the guys face went from a slight smirk to an ice cold grimace. Amber shook the thoughts out of the air and turned to face back at the funeral. "It's ok, he told me not to cry."
"Well..." The young man's voice seemed to hold some thrill, "Why don't i take you for some ice cream to keep those tears away?" Amber thouht about Jess, standing in her doorway, only a month before. He was everything she thought she wanted, but he needed more than Amber could be for him.
Amber smirked, "I think it's better that i don't. Maybe I'll see you around though."
"What if i want to see you again though?... And what's your name?"The young man was still talking as Amber began to walk away.
Amber turned back to him, "I guess you'll have to figure that out." She knew she would never see him again. She slowly walked over to where her mother stood crying.