prologue

This isn't another one of those sob stories you hear about when your mom sends you a screenshot of an article she found on the New York Times website.
It's also not one of those clichés you read about the desirable boy and the perfect girl who fall in love and live happily ever after.

Well, I guess half of that is true, because it's kind of a sob story and it's also just a little bit cliché.

I'm Morgan DeAngelis, a freak with a terminal lung disease and a seventeen year lifespan. I never said I was perfect.

Sure, being told you have one year to live is hard. It's what you decide to do in that year that's even harder.

Some people travel the world, some people blow all their cash do whatever the hell they want, some people mope about it the whole time, and some people probably end it early, and take their lives before their time is up.

As sad as it may seem, that's what I wanted to do, but I didn't, and I can say that my life changed drastically, for the better... I think...

Anyway, here's my story, read it if you want, or don't. I really don't care. But, fair warning, if you do decide to dalve into the rollercoaster of emotions I call a story, you should know that it's a very long journey.

To be precise, a journey that lasts a lifetime.