30 Days [Janiel AU]

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Joey's POV

As soon as his lips attach to mine, I push him away. There's a pained expression on his face as I do so, but it is soon taken over by a look of concern.

"Joey, what's on your mind? I know we've just met, but I can sense there's something going on. Something serious." Daniel asks, concern lacing each word.

I was supposed to be filming with Trisha today, but I decide today isn't the right day. I put my finger up, indication Daniel to give me a few moments, and shoot Trisha a quick text explaining that something came up.

"Look, Daniel. We've only just met. You took me off guard by kissing me, a–" I begin saying, but am suddenly interrupted by Daniel.

"I realize that, I'm sorry for my actions. I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the presence of such a beautiful man, that I couldn't resist myself." Daniel apologizes, placing a hand gently on my shoulder.

A deep blush is set on my face at his words as I invite the boy inside. We take a seat on my couch and I sigh. Should I tell him? Should I wait? What if he leaves me?

"Look, Daniel. You seem like a great guy. I didn't mean to be so...rude about you kissing me. But I'm sorry, I can't be with you. Even if I could, we just met." I let out as quickly as possible, catching my breath afterwards.

"You don't need to apologize for such things, sweetie," Daniel sighs sympathetically, placing his hand on my back to comfort me, "but why are you so sure we can never be something?"

I feel tears prick my eyes as I look into the deep green abyss of his. My lip trembles slightly as I look at him and before I can stop them, tears are rolling down my cheeks.

I immediately feel Daniel envelope me in a hug, his strong arms wrapping around me and surrounding me in an aura of comfort. I bury my head into his shoulder, allowing the tears to flow.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." Daniel's soft voice murmurs into my hair, and I nod.

I pull away from him gently and wipe my eyes. As I look at him, I take a deep breath and shut my eyes momentarily in an attempt to calm myself.

"I cannot let myself get attached to someone or allow someone to get attached to me, okay?" I whisper, my voice quavering.

"Why is that?" he asks, wiping a stray tear from my cheek with his soft thumb.

"Because within a month, I'll be dead."

(a/n: wHOOP THERE IT IS.)