Amy’s POV
I could barely recognize Jada.
The once shiny, lustrous skin had been replaced by a pale, dried skin that looked like it was slapped onto her bones as an afterthought. Her dark hair that was famous for the different styles which are produced under the hands of skilled hairstylists, lay limp on her scalp. She looked thin and unkempt. The only thing that remained was her smile.
“Amy,” she said in disbelief “You came to see me?” she asked.
“You don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to,” Sebastian whispered into my ears. He must have noticed my hesitation.
I nodded and sat on the chair which had been drawn out opposite her.
“How are you doing, Jada?” I finally found my voice.
“I am dying, Amy,” she replied with a smile “I am going to be dead soon and I am so glad y
