"Art, Teagan, is not supposed to be pleasing to the eye. Art is supposed to make you feel something deep down. I know I have not known you for the longest of time, but when I saw you, for the first time, I knew there was something about you; the way you blushed, walked, talked, laughed; all of those factors took part into the reason of having to get to know you. I just had to know more, I just needed to know you. You are art Teagan, and you do indeed make me feel something." he finished. I was completely speechless and from the looks of it, he could tell I was. He bent down to the top of my head and kissed my forehead gently.
"I'm sorry, James. The tests were positive. You have cancer," the doctor said. In that moment, I felt my entire world crumble. Everything I knew, everything I loved, I would have to say goodbye to. How was this even fair? I'm 23 years old, I haven't lived yet, haven't experienced much, and yet I was going to die. I might have just given up completely if it wasn't for her. She is the only reason I am still alive, yet she can't know of my disease. She can't know anything. I just have to pretend that everything is going to be okay before I have to say goodbye, before I run out of time.