The tears not stopping as the words leave his lips. “You don’t have much time left. Maybe a few months.” My doctor says sadly. “I’m sorry.”

Crying I nod my head standing up. “It’s fine. Thank-you.” I whisper leaving.

Wandering the city aimlessly, ignoring my phone, and finally stopping under a tree in the park. Why, what did I do to deserve this? Yeah, I wasn’t always the nicest, but I did try my best, I’m a decent person right? I don’t go out of my way to harm people; I try to my best to be sure others are happy…