1 Chapter 1.

"His lab results came in and uh, I…don't want to sugar coat anything, so I'll say it straight out. Mr. and Ms. Smith, your son has stage four stomach cancer. It developed quite fast and I'm sorry to say that 3 months are at most what he has left to live."

A doctor wearing blue scrubs said to the two adults who had burst out into tears from the cold words the doctor produced.

The woman covered her mouth with a look of horror as the man next to her simply put his head down and held his head.

Heather and Ja were there names. They were both 35 years of age. They had a 15 year old son who had a weak body since birth, not only causing him to be homeschooled for his entire life, but in and out of hospitals since he first came out his mothers womb.

Ja and Heather loved each other and their child very deeply, despite his conditions. Because he couldn't have a normal childhood, he was spoiled severely by his parents. He loved them very much and would do anything for them as they would do the same.

"I recommend clearing everything off your schedules and spending as much time with him as humanly possible. Now if you'll excuse me." The doctor left the room, giving the parents time to themselves.

"Why are we so unfortunate~…" The mother cried out and said. Their child already had many hardships and now this? Cancer? That wasn't something you could overcome. It was literally certain death.

"What should we do~..? How do we tell….our little boy that he's going to die? It's….it's…." The husband shook his head at her words while rubbing his eyes.

"He…knows, Heather. Donating his toys and allowance money away to charities, taking more pictures than usual with us too. Our son is smart. He…knew a day like this would come eventually and I hate that! I hate it…"

Hearing that didn't make her any happier. And so she sat there, crying for the rest of the afternoon, remembering the memories of her and her baby boy.

'Please, God. If you can truly make miracles happen, please save our boy, I beg of you! I don't care how, but just please… please~…!' She prayed to the God above for an answer,

Not knowing she'll be heard out.

….

Trae Smith. A 15 year old boy who's been sick his entire life. He was mixed with Black and Caucasian, had curly black hair, a very faint mustache with little chin hair as well. His facial features were just above average and if it wasn't for his eerily thin frame, he'd be a huge hit with ladies.

As he stared out into the night sky riddled with stars, he thought about everything in his life up until this point.

He was given everything that he asked for. Shoes, clothes, toys and games, the newest phone and even a car, though he's never driven it before.

'I got everything I've asked for in life. It's just….it's just the wish to be healthy was one thing that couldn't be granted. I…wanted to do so much more in life. Go to school, have real friends, maybe even get a girlfriend. But now none of that is possible.

I won't die alone. I'll be surrounded by the two people I love the most. I'll just die having an uneventful life is all. That's cool, I guess…'

What started out as light laugh turned into complete silence. That was until he couldn't take the silence anymore and started saying what was on his mind.

"Why me? Out of the 8 billion people in the world, why was I blessed with such a loving family, only to lose it? God, if you really do exist,…. You're a douche bag. They're a lovely couple who doesn't deserve to bury their kid.

Saying that, what will you do? Will you stand by and let the couple who saved thousands lose what's most dear to them? Will you? Yeah, you will. Everything's apart of your plan after all.

Everything is decided by you."

One of the stars in the sky gleamed brightly, catching his eye. He however didn't think too much of it, watching it get brighter and brighter. 'If something like reincarnation does exist, could you, as God, let me atleast be born healthy? That would be-"

That bright light he put off was now the only thing he could see.

It was also the last light he would ever see.

Or so you'd think.

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