Teenagers are not particularly known for their correct manners or proper tact. Abel Woodward, therefore, is a typical teenage boy... aside from the fact he very well may be dying. You see, Abel is sick. He has a Very Bad Disease that steals his mobility, takes his breath away, and ruins his social life.
One day, he sits down on his usual bench to rest after having walked to the park for a bit of fresh air. He is, however, not the only boy sitting on that bench. Never would he have guessed that the fresh air his mother told him to get would lead to a fairytale complete with an exuberant puppy, and that despite all his rudeness, sarcasm and cold limbs, he starts to realize that some tales have two princes.
As he gets to know that other prince, Abel navigates the ending of his old friendships, the formation of new ones, and the ever-present challenge of living with his VBD. Slowly but surely, he thaws, warming to that boy who keeps choosing to stay beside him. No more is his life filled with just hospital visits and pills, for now his days are dotted with first kisses, fireworks and movie nights, and even the occasional party.
As Abel finds his prince, will he be able to live life like he means it? And if he does, how much time is left?
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'Are you okay?' he asked while I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth. I must've looked astounded, because he quickly added, 'I'm sorry, it's not -'
'I'm fucking incredible,' I interrupted, 'I just walked a mile and now I feel like I'm fucking dying but honestly I feel like I'm fucking dying all the time, and I am probably dying all the time so that's likely the reason why I feel like I'm fucking dying. Because I am. Yay, great. How are you?'
My social skills had degenerated much at the same pace as my health. In case that wasn't clear.
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