I stepped out of the classroom, my heart racing with anticipation. Jackson was already waiting for me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Hey," he said, his eyes locking onto mine.
"Hey," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. "What's up? You're supposed to be in the office, aren't you?"
Jackson nodded, pushing off the wall to stand up straight. "I was, but I couldn't focus. I had to see you."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why?"
Jackson took a deep breath, his eyes clouding over with concern. "Because I haven't been able to sleep, Cecilia. I've been lying awake at night, thinking about us, about what happened at camp... and I just can't shake the feeling that I messed up somehow."
My heart skipped a beat at his words. I had been thinking the same thing, wondering if I had made a mistake by pushing him away. "Jackson, I—"
But he cut me off, his voice filled with emotion. "I know I shouldn't have given up so easily. I should have fought for us, for what we had. But I was hurt, Cecilia. And I didn't know how to process it."
I felt a pang of regret, knowing that I had caused him pain. "Jackson, I'm sorry. I was scared, and I didn't know how to deal with my feelings either."
Jackson's eyes searched mine, filled with a deep longing. "Can we try again, Cecilia? Can we start over and see where things go?, let's just forget about the past and start again"
My heart was racing now, filled with a mix of excitement and fear. But as I looked into Jackson's eyes, I knew that I couldn't say no. Not again. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Let's try again."
 I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed into Jackson's hopeful eyes. For a moment, I let myself get lost in the possibility of us, of a future together. But reality came crashing back, like a cold slap in the face.
"Jackson, no," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It's too late. We can't... I can't."
His face fell, confusion etched on his features. "What do you mean? We can try again, work through our issues—"
I shook my head, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "I don't have time," I said, my voice cracking.
Jackson's eyes narrowed, concern etched on his face. "I know but..."
I took a deep breath, the words spilling out like a confession. "I'm dying, Jackson. I have only a few months left. And I can't... I won't drag you through that."
Jackson's face went white, his eyes wide with shock. "No, Cecilia... We are in this together, we can live through this moment forever."
"There's no forever for us Jackson!"
I nodded, feeling a sob build in my chest. "It's true. And I won't let you waste your time on me, on someone who's already gone."
Jackson took a step forward, his arms outstretched. "Cecilia, no... please—"
But I backed away, shaking my head. "It's over, Jackson. It has to be."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence, and I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I turned and ran, leaving Jackson standing alone, his eyes filled with tears and despair.
JACKSON POINT OF VIEW 
As I watched Cecilia run away, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I couldn't believe what she had just told me. Dying? Only a few months left? It couldn't be true. I felt like I was in a nightmare, unable to wake up.
How many months does she have left? 
I took off after her, my legs pumping as I tried to catch up. But she was too fast, disappearing around the corner. I stopped, gasping for breath, and leaned against the wall.
Why was she pushing me away? Didn't she understand? I didn't care about the time we had left; I just wanted to spend it with her. Every moment, every second, every breath.
I thought back to our time at camp, the way she had smiled at me, the way her eyes had sparkled. I couldn't lose her now. I couldn't let her go.
I pushed off the wall and started running again, determined to find her, to make her understand. I would spend every waking moment with her, hold her hand, look into her eyes, and tell her how much I loved her.
I would make her see that our time was precious, and I wanted to spend it all with her. I wouldn't let her push me away. I would fight for us, for our love, no matter how little time we had left.
As I ran, tears streamed down my face. I couldn't lose her. I wouldn't lose her. I would make her understand. I had to.