Five Feet Apart

by Rachael Lippincott

If I’m going to die, I’d like to actually live first.

I know in that moment, even though it could not be more ridiculous, that if I die in there, I won’t die without falling in love.

“Most of us can’t have children, a lot of us never live long enough to try. Only other CFers know what this feels like, but we’re not supposed to fall in love with each other.” She stands up, determined. “So, after all that CF has stolen from me—from us—I’m stealing something back.”

“Cystic fibrosis will steal no more from me. From now on, I am the thief.”

I didn’t know it was possible for a person to make old things become new again.

“It’s just life, Will. It’ll be over before we know it.”

“We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. I never understood the importance of touch, his touch . . . until I couldn’t have it.”