Knomad Films°

Her world crumbled around her as the doctor revealed how far the cancer had spread. She felt a chill creep up her spine, then a thunderous pounding in her head as she clawed at the thinning hairs that pricked her skin. In her stressed state, it felt as if she had lost a year’s worth of life in the mere seconds after hearing she would die.

She was afraid. Her biggest fear wasn’t losing the one she loved. It wasn’t money or trivial things that could be replaced; it sure wasn’t death. Her biggest fear was time. If anything could hinder her pursuit of happiness, it would be time, the ultimate challenge.

The fear of not having enough time to show how much she loved and cared for her partner made her feel desperate. She internalized that fear, and it made her bitter. That fear made her insecure and selfish, leading her to hide the reality of her health from her lover.

She made impromptu trips to shamans and witch doctors, hoping to deal her way for more time. Instead, they took her reasoning and left her feeling psychotic. In the chaos of her mind, her lover appeared as what she feared the most, and she fled. She sank further into herself, and the light that once beamed faded. She had either run from it or run out of it—either way, she accepted her fate. She felt a familiar warmth and a voice so sincere that she could have called out to it as she rested. But it was too late; she had run out of it.