30.

Cole's P.O.V.

I exhale softly and hold his eyes in my gaze.

"Ditto." I simply whisper back.

The fact that he has cancer comes back to me.

We don't have that long together.

Unless the treatment works.

"Are you scared?" I ask softly.

He closes his eyes.

"Kind of... I just knew it was coming one day." He shrugs his shoulders.

"What do you mean you knew it was coming?"

"My father always used to smoke inside the house, like heaps, sometimes I could see a gathering of smoke just floating beneath the ceiling, this was a while ago. My mother used to hate it too, but she doesn't say anything, I think she's scared of him. I had no choice but to breathe it in, I mean I couldn't hold my breath forever." He admits,