[ WP ] A way to beat terminal diseases has been newly discovered . A suicidal person can `` exchange '' themselves to save a terminally ill patient from disease/death . The only requirement is they must meet face to face to agree beforehand .

*Dear Margaret*, I began. 
 
 *I ca n't live this life anymore. I simply ca n't do this anymore. Every day I thought I just needed to push a little harder, last a little longer, and eventually I'd get better. * 
 
 *I never did. I never have. * 
 
 *It's not your fault. Please do n't blame yourself. It's no one's fault but my own. This is my chance to do at least one thing right in my life. * 
 
 *Love, Dave. * 
 
 It was short. I had originally planned on writing pages of pages of prose, pouring out my emotions onto the paper for my dearest Margaret. 
 
 I realized though, after my 23rd attempt, that no amount of ink could ever convey the sense of hopelessness and worthlessness I felt. 
 
 She had been the only light in my life. With her, I felt purpose. I felt fire. But in the end, it was n't enough. When my hands were warmed by her touch, my back froze in the cold grip of my depression. 
 
 I knew she would be hurt by my passing. 
 
 But perhaps she would see me as a hero. 
 
 That's all I ever wanted. 
 
 I left the note on the desk. She would get home from work, and she'd see it as soon as she sat down to write, after a cup of tea to relax. 
 
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 `` Dave Miller?'' 
 
 I looked up to see a beautiful young reception, smiling sweetly down at me. 
 
 `` Can you come with me?'' 
 
 I stood up, smiling feebly. She was a short little thing. She reminded me of Margaret when she was young and full of energy. Margaret still had that energy, though it had changed from when we were young. It was now a calm, patient energy. No longer was it directed in bursts of action like when we were younger, dancing and making love with an air of excitement as we avoided being caught. I remembered all the times we had been almost caught. My smooth talking and silver tongue had got us out of many a pickle then, and her innocent smile certainly helped. 
 
 Now, she was more like burning embers. Giving warmth, but slowly and silently. I would miss her. If such a thing was possible, in some sort of afterlife. 
 
 This young receptionist guided me down the long white hallways. Each step hung another weight on my heart. My chest felt tight, and I gulped. There was no turning back. There still could be, that had been made quite clear to me, but I had told myself I would not back down. No matter who I met, I would save them. 
 
 She explained how the procedure would work. I was n't listening. I had tuned out to think more on Margaret. I began to doubt my decision, but I told myself that this was something I had to do. 
 
 `` You'll get to meet your receiver. Then either you or your partner will have the option of back out. You can take as much time as you need to get acquainted. Once you're ready to begin, we can start the procedure. It is completely painless, do n't worry. You'll simply fall asleep and never wake up again.'' She smiled. `` But you'll be giving someone else a chance at life.'' 
 
 I nodded absently. Finally, she stopped in front of a door. This was it. She pulled a clipboard off the wall. `` Dave Miller.... Dave... Miller.'' 
 
 She suddenly gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. She looked up at me. `` It is Miller?'' 
 
 I nodded, frowning in concern. 
 
 She shook her head. `` I'm so sorry... can we reschedule, perhaps? We can-'' 
 
 I interrupted her. `` I do n't care who I'm saving. I'd like to do this now.'' 
 
 She gulped before slowly nodded. `` Very... very well, sir.'' 
 
 I reached forwards, grabbing hold of the cold, metal handle. I pulled, and with a creak the heavy door swung open. I stepped inside, ready to meet my partner. 
 
 I gasped, eyes widening in shock at what... at who I saw. 
 
 `` M-Margaret?'' 
 
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 I do n't do writing prompts that often ( because I'm both busy and lazy ), but I think I'm a fairly decent writer. What do you guys think? 
 
 
 
 
 

