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thecampingrusher- years to months to days

* WARNING SAD!*

Braydens pov.

There was a girl, she was my everything...she was my joy, my sun, my hope. but our forever after turned to a year.... 12 months or a meer 365 days left.

she had been diagnosed with cancer.

she didnt tell me until we had 4 months left...121 days left. in that moment i wanted to be her everything, Her joy, Her sun and her hope...but slowly she cut connections from me, every time i tried to visit her, her mother would send me away.

she was dying, My joy,My sun, my hope...was dying. i couldnt leave her alone, i needed to clasp onto her before she was gone.

When i saw her Next she wasnt no longer My sun...she had stopped shining her beautiful smile, she laid there in the hospital looking pale...at this point there was 2 months...60 days. she tried but the rays didnt make the world light up any more. the sparkle in her eyes were gone and now replaced by clouds glooming over her eyes.

when i visited the next week My joy was full of needles, she no longer laughed at my funny jokes, she no longer commented on my idiotic-ness...she was no longer the bubbly girl i thought i had a forever with...My joy became My Pain... seeing her like this broke me, but i never let her see that part.

id stay up and cry remembering how she used to be, how many days i had with her...remembering that she was promised a forever and it ended to soon.....53 days

2 weeks later her mother called, she said she was growing weaker. she no longer had the energy to try, she was obviously told the news...she had 39 days left. it was december now...39 days wasnt a lot and she knew it.

its christmas day now, i spent it at the hospital with her, i talked about how we'd get through this and we'd start a family, get a puppy...when she spoke her voice shaked, that shake was a earthquake to my heart, pieces shattered.

 i had 14 days left with her.

14 days left to Hope....those 14 days meant everything to the both of us.
i spent that night in the hospital, safe to say it was a mistake. she was rushed out in the middle of the night into emergency surgery.

its new years tonight, we're going to watch the ball drop...she made it through the year...technically, We've graduated...She made it through high school.

1 week left....7 days...168 hours to spend with her...168 until my hope is gone completely and is just a memory. i dont know what im going to do, i know its not easy for her but its not fair on me...im left to live with these memories and emotions...

i dont want her to go..

i have 48 hours left with her, i dont want to leave her side...in the week she didnt have the energy to wake up anymore...she went into a acoma state. Her mother was a mess, I was a mess... Her mother had slowly given up during the week, the smiles and motivation stopped...reality must've caught up to her.

1 hour left...Her heart is slowing down...Mine is speeding up. 

0...My hope had left along with her, i was empty now. 
My everything was gone from my grasp now.

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