Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 1: The Prologue

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I'm dying.

And you're probably thinking, isn't that where stories would normally end? But it was exactly where mine started. Because that was when I met Vic Fuentes. . . the voluntary care worker that was assigned to me through a special cancer support group.

He somehow managed to make my last few weeks amongst the living the most amazing ones of my entire 30 years of existing.

I didn't have children, my parents had both already passed away, and my siblings were owners of huge law firms. So in other words, I didn't have many people around me during the days that my body started slowly degrading.

I had already been diagnosed with stage one lung cancer when I was just 25. And I hadn't smoked a day in my life, so don't be fooled. . . that shit can hit you even without inhaling poisonous gasses.

Either way, after two years of treatment, they scanned me again and all of the cancer was gone. Of course I was beyond ecstatic. I was so happy and relieved that I began to reevaluate my entire life.

I had already closed the curtains when it came to my job, so I decided to travel around the world for a few months. Which was ironic, because in my own state I had never even left the city. . . but I was able to say that I trudged through the deepest jungles of Madagascar.

Which was also nearly the cause of my death, but that's a story for another time.

Half a year ago, I started becoming sick again. My energy levels were dropping and I noticed that some things were becoming harder for me to do.

Of course because I already had a past with cancer, I was immediately scheduled for thorough scans. And that's when my world started crumbling down all over again.

The cancer was back. And it had spread like a virus to a number of my organs.

They had given me medicine to make me comfortable, and for the most part that worked. . . but at this stage, death was inevitable.

I was going to die and there was nothing that I could do about it.

But I wasn't the type to just give up. I was stubborn, and in this case that was a damn good thing.

Majority of the people who would receive news like this usually gave up and died within weeks, sometimes days.

Yes, it's true, your mindset definitely has a fair amount of influence on the strength of your condition. They always say that a part of the sickness is all in your head, and that is actually true.

So I tried to stay positive.

Even when my annoying neighbor recommended me to join a cancer support group.

Let me tell you, support groups are hell. So much sadness, so much crying. If the cancer wasn't going to kill me, I was definitely going to die from the overdose of self pity that these people had.

I hated being treated like I was dying. . . or even already dead. As long as I was still alive, I wanted to live.

But no one understood that.

No one but Vic Fuentes. . .

And even though I nearly had to beat treating me like a dying bird out of him, he ended up being the one person who made me feel more alive than I ever had felt before.