Kim namjoon pov
It's been 3 week I came back from paris for my love ...... we started going dates, shopping mall, with her I am fully comfortable and happiness around me like aura I love her so much I thought I should propose her and I am gonna!
I woke up with high headache and dizziness it's started regularly from 1 year continuously I checked up to doctor yesterday and they called me
last night they fixed my appointment today at 10 am I got ready and left my home
Me : can I come mr.song
Mr.song : yes sure! Namjoon * I sat infront of him * you look happy * I nod *
Me : yes , actually after 6 months I meet my girlfriend * he looks tense * what happened doctor
2 min of silence
Mr.song : I am sorry namjoon but...
Me : but what ?
Mr.song: you have brain tumor * i widen my eyes shocked over my face
Me: you must be joking right I me...an how.. can I have brain tumor?
Mr.song : yesterday we did your ultrasound of your brain and found out that can you tell me your symptoms in whole on year
I told them about headache and pressure in head that worse in morning
Felt like nausea and vomiting ,
Eyes problem
Memory problem
Feeling very hungry and gaining weight
Mr.song: namjoon you have Choroid plexus tumors. They get worse in matter of days or weeks
How can I tell my love about this !
Mr.song: it's your 3rd stage you only had 2 year
I leave there from and sit on my car's sit while crying
Me : why......why.....why ? God after so many difficulties I found my happiness my love my aera and I only have 2 f@cking years I cried like 1 hours and start engine and leaves from their
I want my aera I should tell her. She will find way * while sobbing * ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! * this pain * nonono...... I can't tell I think I should do something I should tell anyone eotokee
I
Should
Broke
Up
With
Her
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