Trigger warning: Incredibly depressing fiction, including focus on depression, scenes of a ual nature, mentions of abuse, eating disorders and suicide, with a heavy theme of terminal illness throughout.

Basically, if you are looking for fluff, you may have come to the wrong place.

Please enjoy. This work is in its initial draft. The pacing is horrendous as it is meant to be shorter than a full fic but longer than a oneshot, and I haven't written prose in a long time (or, what constitutes as "long" in my mind) so it too is a mess, basically. I feel ashamed posting it - but this isn't about the poeticism, not this fic. I am also not writing this from experience, so I am sorry if the details on the nature of this illness are wrong. It may be ill-conceived of me to write a fiction on cancer if I have little experience with the illness, but I'm writing this to communicate a message, to remember a friend, and to envisage a fight. I apologise if my details are lacking because of this.

And to my friends: As always, I'm sorry.

Thank you for reading.