Memento Mori

So here I am sitting on the couch, holding my mum for dear life. We're holding onto each other and bawling our eyes out. When I came home, I read the papers to her and she started crying on the spot. I had her sit down and tried to calm her down. I couldn't help myself but to cry. Well, I have all the damn right to cry. I'm gonna die in a year. That's too short.

"H-how could t-this happen?!" She sobbed.

"I-I don't k-know..." I said quietly. I was embracing her, rubbing little circles on her back and trying to calm her down. Before I knew it, the crying died down and she fell asleep on my chest. I carried her to her bedroom and laid her down. I left the room quietly so I could freak out somewhere else and not wake her up.

As I was pacing around the living room, I decided it would be best for me to get some coffee; it will calm me down. We were all out, and I knew that I would flip shit if I didn't have any, so I decided to walk down to the Starbucks that was near the local park.

"I need a fucking cigarette...." I murmmered as I walked down the street. I pulled one out and lit it up as I turned the corner. As soon as I took that first drag, I already felt better. Not even two minutes later, I had a stupid fucking jaw spasm again, causing the cigarette to fall out my mouth. "FUCK!" I screamed, causing people to look over in my direction. I put it out by squishing it then continuted down the road until I opened the door of the building. Ahhhhh... the scent of coffe and cookies filled my nostils as soon as I set foot inside.

I approached the front counter where there was a man standing in front of me who was rather tall (At least to me. I'm pretty damn short.) and had pitch black hair. Soon he recived his cup of coffee, murmmered a soft 'Thank you', and left. As he turned around, I finally saw his beautiful face. Stunning hazel eyes under perfect eyebrows, a small mouth, and a slightly pointed nose that was adorable. He himself was adorable and cute, but at the same time, he looked strong and menacing. He gave me a small smile before walking out the door. Shit.

I stepped up, ordered my coffee and got it rather quickly, then walked outside. It was a nice day, so I walked across the street and into the park I entered. I walked in, still freaking out because of my fate, when I sat down at a little table under a tree. I set the coffee cup down and buried my face in my hands (being careful not to smuge my eyeliner).
'How the hell is this fucking possible?' I asked myself. One year. Only one year. I won't even live to be 20.

I sighed. Then I could hear someone clear their throat.
"Are you okay?"

I looked up to see that man I saw from earlier. Holy shit. He had a concerned look on his face which then quickly changed into a smile as my eyes locked with his.

"Yea. I'm fine. Thanks for asking though...." I said quietly. Damn. Why must I be so shy!?

He pointed at the seat in front of me with his cup of coffee and asked, "Can I sit?"
I nodded and he sat down of me. Oh God..
"Can I ask what's wrong?" He said before taking a sip of coffee.

Notes

Second update bc you guys liked the prolouge :P