As a kid, you were one of the most joyous kids in your neighborhood. You always had a positive attitude. You were part of a good family, and most parents knew each other. So, as family friends, you were close with the Hawleys. It was great. That was a friendship that lasted.

As you both graduated, you both grew older and into your twenties. It was awesome. You could finally explore the world with your best friend. He could be there with you and...wait. what did the doctor say? Oh, right. Cancer. 6 months.

6 months was nowhere near enough time for anyone. You had barely done anything yet. You had just become an adult. Now, you were losing hair and in the hospital more often. As the time appeared to be getting closer, you had to stay in the hospital. It was torture. You were supposed to go out and explore. Find love. Start a family. Have kids. But no. It was taken away from you. Joe was there with you, though. The whole time.

He sat by your side every day, singing songs and bringing in his guitar to sing to you. He knew you loved his voice, so it was his treat. He hated seeing you like this. And as the days went by faster....he got more and more depressed. More out ofnit. He was about to lose his childhood best friend. And he couldn't do anything about it. They tried everything. Nothing worked. He put up a happy face for you, but the breakdowns he had were inevitable.

He was sitting next to you, telling you about some stupid story from a few days ago. He brought you snake and things, and as he spoke to you, he held back tears. You looked so sickly. It hurt. So bad. So... so bad.