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I have the bones of a story in my head, it's been hanging around there for quite a while...

What if you knew exactly when you were going to die? Since the day you were born? Rachel Blair has known since she was born that she'd die when she was 27 years, 87 days, 14 hours and a couple minutes old. It is not a vision, it didn't come in a dream. She just knew. She's denied it, defied, ignored it and now she simply accepts it and plans to live her life to the fullest. She takes nothing for granted, especially the life she holds so dearly. The only thing she vows is to never fall in love and especially never be loved in return.
She meets the love of her life at twenty-five, but dares not to fall in love with him. Because she knows that she has a little less then two years to be with him, she fights what she feels. Ben Gaber is the boy-next-door type, with the big heart and wholesome good looks. He knew, aas soon as he saw her, that she was the one. He loves everything about her: her confidence, the ease of how she lives, her bright laughter and constant smiles. After months of courting, flirting and persuading, they develop a relationship. Rachel struggles with telling him, not sure he'll believe. Ben knows there's something under the surface of that confident smile, he knows she's holding something back. She won't say yes to his marriage proposal and she won't say why. Rachel fights with telling him, and just wants to live a normal life, but the clock is ticking ever so quickly and there's nothing she can do. They're forver fighting, and she begs him, tells him to cherish the time they have and that he'll understand soon. He can't do anything but accept it.
The night before she dies, she's made her decision. She doesn't want to see him die, doesn't want him to be hurtm in case it's an accident.
So, on the morning of her death, she leaves the apartment they share and leaves him with a note.

I'm sorry Ben, I couldn't tell you. I'll always love you, forever.
I'm just sorry that my forever is nothing but 27 years.
My life is over, but yours have yet to begin.
Forget me, forget what we have and move on.
Love, always, Rachel

She goes out that day, she setted her watch to count down till the moment of her death. She contemplates how she'll die. A health problem? An attack? She wonders as she strolls the street of New York, brazenly accepting her death. She has prepared for it all her life. She just wished that Ben was prepared, too.
She sees a boy, run along his mother and tears up a bit, thinking of the child she and Ben could have had. The life they could have built and the months she wasted, resisting him. The boy runs into the street, laughing and all innocent, unaware of the car sppeding ahead. She runs, pushes the boy and hears the watch alarm sound. Time's up.
Ah, she thinks, right before impact, so that's how it ends.
Ben comes home, sees the note and feels worried, confused. He calls her cell but it's not on. He panicks and calls her, again and again. He finds the journal she kept underneath the bed. One she started after she accepted to go on a date with him, one explaining how she felt. How mad she was at the world, at god because it wasn't fair, how scared she felt of death, how much she loved him and how helpless she felt. He denies it, denies what she writes but deep inside, he knows.
The door bell rings and he rushes to answer it, hoping with all his might that it was Rachel.
Two cops are at the door, with their useless words.
"I'm sorry sir, but there's been an accident concerning your girlfriend..."
The words fade and he all but collapse.
"Is she alright?" He hears himself saym "Tell me she's alright, please." But he knows the truth.
"She's barely survivng, the paramedics had to rescusitate her a couple of times and she's in critical condition, but they think she'll be fine..."

That's all I have. Hope you enjoyed =)
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