Tomorrow Doesn't Matter

A short story.. This story is not based on real life in any way - it's purely fiction.

The sunset is golden-orange with a hint of red; the colours brighten his smile as they splatter across his face. As he watches the surreal sight, his eyes reflecting an innocence I had thought long gone, I take a moment to glance over his features.

His skin is not pale, and for that I am thankful. His chestnut bangs are tossed around gently by the early summer breeze, his hair hanging just below the ears.

In fact, to any passer-by, compared to a picture from three years ago, he would seem almost identical - except perhaps an understandable growth in height.

But he is not - he has changed, altered in ways that only a few people can see. And I am one of them.

The proof is in his eyes. Three years ago, they shone with a childish innocence - of one who has not taken a harsh blow from reality. Although his eyes shine that way at this present moment, I can see that it's fake. Beneath that temporary illusion is the cold emptiness of one who has met with reality - who has seen, perhaps, too much.

It is those icy eyes, though filled with love, that turn to me now. This time, as many times before, they are filled with confusion.

"It's been three years," he starts softly, his voice just audible over the wind. "Who knows when... tomorrow could be... everyday is..." He wanders from one idea to another, unsure how to phrase his thoughts.

I know what he wants to say.

"Yesterday and tomorrow don't matter, okay? You and I are here today, and that's one more day to savour." My words seem to comfort him, and he relaxes, just slightly.

As we sit in silence, I cannot help but reflect.

We have been together for four and a half years. But three years ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. He is a victim - another struggling against cancer.

Yet he is luckier than most - his treatment went well, and he has slowly returned to a normal life. The doctors still warn us that he could relapse at any time, and if he does, there is a very small chance of his life ever being normal again.

But I keep up my hopes - for both of us.

There is always a bright side. We have learned not to take life for granted - we cherish every laugh, every tear, and every breath. And we have learned to persevere - to never give up.

Because if we make the most of today, then no matter what, tomorrow doesn't matter.