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The Last Song - chapter 4
Chapter 4: The Journalist
Anna was sitting in the doctor's office, trying to process the news that he had just told her. She had laryngeal cancer, stage IV. She had only a few months left to live. She had no hope of recovery, no chance of survival. She had no voice, no music, no dream.
She felt numb and hollow, as if someone had ripped out her heart and soul. She felt like she was in a daze, and that nothing was real. She felt like she was in a nightmare, and that she would never wake up.
She looked at the doctor, who was looking at her with pity and sympathy. He was trying to explain to her the options and treatments that were available, but she couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't speak. She couldn't sing. She couldn't breathe.
She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. She wanted to deny, to forget, to pretend. She wanted to live, to love, to dream. She wanted to be Anna,...
Anna was sitting in the doctor's office, trying to process the news that he had just told her. She had laryngeal cancer, stage IV. She had only a few months left to live. She had no hope of recovery, no chance of survival. She had no voice, no music, no dream.
She felt numb and hollow, as if someone had ripped out her heart and soul. She felt like she was in a daze, and that nothing was real. She felt like she was in a nightmare, and that she would never wake up.
She looked at the doctor, who was looking at her with pity and sympathy. He was trying to explain to her the options and treatments that were available, but she couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't speak. She couldn't sing. She couldn't breathe.
She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. She wanted to deny, to forget, to pretend. She wanted to live, to love, to dream. She wanted to be Anna,...
