"C'mon, Hailey. We can do it - run away, move to America, my Aunty has an apartment in New York, we'll buy it off her. We can do this Hailey, I promise, I won't let you down." I never did do the things I really wanted to do. Sky dive, meet a celebrity, fall in love, go to Paris, have children, grow old. Other kids just don’t appreciate what they have: a whole life ahead of them. However, I, Hailey Woods, only have a year to live. I don’t have enough time to fall in love, or see the Eiffel tower. I can never experience the love and happiness that explodes inside you when you hold your baby for the first time. I can never watch my baby grow old with my husband, while we grow old together too. The closest I’ll ever get to any kind of wedding is a high school dance at the end of year. I can only ever baby sit my two year old cousin, instead of looking after my own child. I already wrote my will, planned my funeral and prepared myself for death, all at the age of sixteen. I suffer from Acute Myeloid Leukaemia; the doctors call it AML, and I can tell you one thing. I'm terrified.

-What would you do if you only had 59 minutes to love?- -The tingling sensation spread from my finger tips to him, slowly healing the wounds on his extremely pale and fragile body. His open wounds slowly started to close and appear on my flawless skin, a result of my powers of course. His wounds were almost healed when his emerald eyes fluttered open. "My angel." He whispered. I gave a half smile holding back the pain I was suffering through. I felt weak, if only I could heal my body straight away. The next thing I knew I was the person strapped up to machines and monitors. My eyes were too heavy to open, I felt weaker than I did before and I could only hear voices. "You should have at least had the courtesy to tell her you had a brain tumour, so maybe she wouldn't be the one dying!" My brother’s voice rang through the room. “I didn’t know she could heal people.” A voice that came so familiar to me, spoke. I winced, the wounds were causing me so much pain it was unbearable. "Hey, hey it's going to be ok." My brother said soothingly. Being the protective brother as he always was. "Your body will heal in an hour," he said soothingly, then murmured "hopefully" A familiar voice spoke, making me forget the pain I was in. I strained my throbbing ears to listen to the voice that was so familiar. "I love you."