Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Ashton had been the only one allowed in her room at the moment. "Ash." Story smiled tiredly at her brother. "You scared us." He smiled at her sitting in the chair beside her. "Ashton, I'm dying." She looked away from him and out the window. Ashton took a deep breath and said, "I know, Story. We've known this since you were eleven." She continued to look out the window, hating to tell him the bad part. "No Ash, I mean I'm dying. Faster than Doctor Winter said a few years ago. She said I'd live to 25. Ashton, I'm not making it to my twenty-second birthday." A few tears ran down Ashton's face as he took in this new information. Story was twenty-one, and her birthday was in two months. "I'm going to hate God, Ashton." She whimpered shutting her eyes and biting her lip to stop the tears. "You can't hate God, Story." He whispered looking at his sister. "But I do, Ash. He's taking me away from him." Tears fell from her eyes even though she was trying to hold them in. "Who?" Ashton found himself asking. He knew she already accepted that she was dying, but never had he seen her cry this much before.

"Michael." She sobbed.