When The Day Met The Night
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 9h 8m
Ongoing, First published Sep 17, 2017
Peter had come to believe those good things in life came to people who wait. Things had to get worse before they could really get better. Not even so much better, really, but he wouldn't mind some of that luck. He guessed that with the way that his life is turning out, it's the only way he can look at it.

Happiness trailed behind sadness.

Good followed bad.

Sickness usually crept up behind health.

Sickness is an all too familiar feeling for him.

"All you need to beat cancer is the right attitude."

That quote had been said to him by the bunch of various doctors that have come and go to treat him. It made sense though, how can you really comfort someone with lung cancer?

He had been homeschooled since he could remember...until he finally decided to try something new.

At this point, his life was complicated enough. Overprotective parents and cancer eating away at his lungs aren't exactly the best mix someone could ask for. He didn't think that his life could possibly get any worse until he enters the eleventh grade for the first time, and meets Wade Wilson. Possibly his most beautiful mistake.


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