*PROLOGUE*
Niall's POV
"It's cancer...I'm sorry Niall. You have pancreatic cancer." The words fall from the doctor's lips like stones, heavy and solid. Real.
I feel my heart stutter as I sit staring at the doctor in front of me. My feet dangle off the edge of the hospital bed and I feel like a child suddenly. A child who had been told there was no such thing as Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, or the tooth fairy. A child who had been warned about eating too many sweets before dinner. A child who simply didn't know what was going to happen to them as their life progressed.
I sit here on crinkled paper, on top of a hard hospital bed, not knowing if I'll even be able to experience the life I've just started.