(Ryan/Cry)

As a child, I didn't understand what it meant for someone to die.

Mother had always told me about princesses and knights and queens and kings and even dragons that lived on forever.

The day she explained to me why dad had suddenly disappeared, I was very confused. She said it was a funeral, which I didn't know how to pronounce or speak words correctly when I was a child, so she called it a "bye-bye" day.

All my life, I had seen these "bye-bye" day things on tv, and I'd always turn it off and say "I'm never going to have a bye-bye day."

Sadly, I am.

I've had cancer for the past 14 years now. I'm 26 now, so you do the math.

The doctors told me last month that I would die on March 10, 2015, and today I have been in extreme pain.

My boyfriend, Felix, has visited me many, many times, usually with chocolate or flowers, but he wasn't allowed in my room today.

All of the nurses and doctors in my room didnt make eye contact with me and kept their heads down, seeming to know that I would die within the next few hours.

I stared out the window next to my hospital bed, watching two water droplets race each other. I smiled, remembering I used to do this when I would go on long car rides with my family.

My family is already dead, so I really have no other reason to be alive.

I'm not scared of dying.

I've been wanting to die my whole life.

"Ryan Terry." The doctor walked over to me, sighing.

"We have... Run some new tests and it appears we have some... News."

I raised an eyebrow, seeming interested, but I really wasn't, so I just kept staring at the rainy, dark city below me.

"So, the treatment for your cancer has... Worked."

What did he just say?

I looked over at him, and he had a wide smile on his face.

"Ryan, it's finally worked. Your cancer has cured. And if everything did its job, you should be able to breath, walk, and talk perfectly."

I took a deep breath. It didnt hurt.

"I...is my boyfriend here?" I squeaked out, biting my lip.

"Oh yes, would you like me to go get him?" I nodded.

"I'll be back in a minute."

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"RYAN OH MY GOD." Felix ran in crying, and hugged me tightly. I laughed a little, and hugged him back.

"Hey babe." I said, kissing the top of his head. He smiled and moved away from the hug, but held onto one of my hands.

"Can he try to walk now?" Felix asked the doctor, and the doctor smiled and nodded, and began removing all of my tubes and wires and shit.

"Do you even remember how to walk?"

"It doesn't look that hard."

"The ground is hard."

"No shit."

The doctor helped me sit on the bed so my feet were on the ground, but I was still sitting down.

"Be careful."

"Yeah, yeah."

I pushed myself up so I was standing. Bad idea.

I immediately fell backwards, panting.

"Maybe he just stood up too fast. He's still recovering, right?" Felix asked, looking at the doctor. The doctor nodded and helped me stand up, my legs wobbling.

"It's been 14 years." I said to the doctor, him now moving out of the way so Felix could hold me up.

"I can't believe I won." I mumbled to myself, trying to walk. Felix smiled, holding onto me tightly.

"Your family would be proud." He said, pecking my lips.

Yeah..

Did you hear that, mom, dad, Nathan?

I won.