We Need To Talk.

I sat there at the dining room table, a steaming cup of tea, placed on top, a fag drooping out of my mouth where I was about to light it before I received a text and my mobile phone vibrated across the table, making me jump. I picked up the phone and read the message. It was from Will. When I read the words: ‘Text Message Received From Will’, my heart skipped a beat. Will and I had been going out for about a month now, and my heart still skipped a beat whenever I read those words. I still loved him with every fibre of my being.
I opened my text, and read it, certain it was going to be the usual message telling me that Will really loved me, and he didn’t know what he would do without me. However, my heart felt like it had stopped beating when I read the words: “We need to talk.” That was all it said. Just those four words, put there so simply.
My heart started thudding again, this time really really fast. We need to talk? What do we need to talk about? Was Will getting fed up with me? Was he bored of me already, and wanted to break up with me? Then I gave a little gasp as another thought struck me. Was Will having an affair? Was he cheating on me with another girl, and he was leaving me for her? I took a sip of my tea, lit my fag, and took a deep, deep drag.
I heard footsteps on the stairs. Mum was up. Maybe I could tell her about it.
“Good morning, Jade,” she smiled at me as she walked into the dining room. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I smiled back. “Well, no, not really, I got this text from Will.”
“Oh yes, the boyfriend,” Mum laughed. Then her smile disappeared as she saw the look on my face. “I take it that it’s not good.”
“No, not really.” I gave my phone to Mum, to show her the text.
“Well, that’s sounds… ominous,” Mum gave the phone back.
“What do you think it means?” I told Mum my suspicions.
“Don’t worry so much, Jade. He’s probably got a promotion at work. Or he’s going away for the weekend with a few mates.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said. I texted Will back, asking what we had to talk about. Then he replied a couple of minutes later, saying that we’ll talk at work.
I drank my tea, and smoked my fag, then I looked at the time.
“I’d better go Mum, my bus will be here in five minutes.”
“Okay, have a good day Sweetheart. And good luck with The Talk.”
“Thanks,” I smiled weakly as I left.
I worked for a company that sold fire equipment. I was the one that rang people on the telephone to try and sell, sell, sell. For about three hours, I was ringing people, asking them if they wanted extinguishers, while all the time, I was worrying about Will and what we had to talk about. Will worked as an admin on the computer on the floor above me, so we didn’t see each other until eleven o’ clock, on our fag break outside.
When I first went outside, I was the only one out there at first. I lit my fag, and took a drag, when I heard a little voice.
“Hey, Jade.”
I looked up, and Will was standing there. Six foot, blonde hair like Paul Walker’s, handsome chiselled face. I couldn’t help but smile widely when I saw him, and then my smile faltered when I remembered he wanted ‘to talk.’
“I’m fine, Will. How are you?”
“That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Will rolled his fag, and lit it. “I went to the doctor’s for a check up last week, because I’ve been sore ‘down there’ for the past few weeks.” He saw my face, and added: “I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want to you to worry.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “The results came back today. I have testicular cancer.”
I stared at him for a few seconds, stunned. “Can’t they operate on it? Get rid of the infected area?”
He shook his head. “Doctor Hans says that it’s too late, they won’t be able to operate on it.” Will looked at me with sad eyes. “I’m dying Jade.”