My Summer of Flowers

You never know how precious life is until it's gone. Or until you have a month left to live. I've never really had an interesting life....
I guess that's why they told me to make the most of it, but really when you have a month to live you only have a week of actual loving before overbearing pain kicks in and your hospitalized.
This was my last summer, and every little memory from it is a flower.
This is my last summer of flowers

-not edited and there's going to be bonus chapters at end.