I'm here, lying in a hospital bed, my final moments have crept up on me, and I am lying here, barely alive. Nothing is going to keep me going now, there is nothing left for me because I am so ill.
When I was asked what I wanted to do when I was older, it was always the job that I am doing now, with the people I love, but I never knew that my future would be so small, that life would end so soon.
I would like to think that I have left a mark, a stain or a patch on this world. The patch will be my body and where it lies forever underground, but the mark or stain... I would like to hope that people will remember me, that I'll have made history and that deep down I've changed someone's life forever. But I guess everyone hopes something like that before they die.
But clearly not everyone can have what they wish for.
For the past six months, since those fateful words were spoken, I have wished and wished that they weren't true, that I could live a little longer, do more things with my life. At first I thought it couldn't be true, but then I realised if they were I had to act.
I am now looking back over my life, my last four months and thinking how good it's been, how even though I have been severely ill, it hasn't got to me, I've lived through it, protected myself. But it all started with those fateful words:
"Harry Styles, I'm sad to inform you... But you have four months left to live,"
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