Ok guys, this fanfic has a very special meaning to me. It is based on a true story; maybe at the end I'll post the real people and events that made me write this.

I chose the KH archive and characters to replace the real people involved in this- this event actually happened to 'Naminé' (whose real name will be revealed)

Disclaimer: The plot does not belong to me- it belongs to fate, which pulled the strings to make it happen. The characters do not belong to me either.

WEEK 1

Entry 1

Have you ever had the feeling that the world was falling down around you? Maybe you received news that broke your heart, or something happened to someone you love.

Some people are lucky enough to never have that feeling. They live a long and happy life, their relatives and friends only dying of old age.

But nothing can stop fate. Nothing can stop diseases, murders, or old age. You can only try to stop them.

It's funny- I never thought I would be the one chosen to have an early death date.

But there's nothing you can do.

I don't really have a way with words, but there's no way to describe how it feels to have an expiration date smacked on your forehead.

These journal entries are for the ones I love- my thoughts, wishes, and dreams, so they can be carried on when I am gone.

Naminé wrote in the last few words in her journal with a flourish, adding in a tiny 'N' at the bottom as her signature. Closing the precious book tightly, she clicked the lock shut and placed the tiny key in her locket.

"Miss Clearwater?" a voice said hesitantly. Naminé looked up to see a young doctor smiling tightly.

"Yes?" she said, returning the smile.

"Right this way; Dr. Denn will be with you shortly," he said, gesturing down the hallway behind him. The blonde stood up, grabbing her purse and stuffing the journal inside. Her pure white dress fluttered behind her, and her pale colored flats clicked on the linoleum floor. She followed the doctor down the hall and into a small room that contained a large wooden desk and a few chairs in front of it. Sitting down, Naminé tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Ah, Miss Clearwater!" a cheery voice exclaimed from the doorway behind the blonde. Turning, she saw a dark-haired doctor step in, closing the door behind him. His eyes were warm and friendly, and he hurriedly dashed over to his desk, shoving a bunch of papers to the ground in his hurry.

"Hello Dr. Denn," she said with a soft smile. He beamed back at her, grabbing a file that had her name on it. Sliding on a pair of huge glasses, he flipped open the folder and started flipping through papers.

"So, my dear, I see that you've been diagnosed with-"

"Yes," Naminé interrupted. "I know." There was a pained look in her eyes, and the older doctor chose to stop talking.

"This disease you have- it's incurable," Dr. Denn started, speaking softly. "But…we have many treatments that may be able to slow the process-"

"How long do I have?" Dr. Denn blinked, surprised at being interrupted again.

"I'm sorry?"

"The disease- I was informed it slowly kills a person," Naminé said flatly. "How long do I have?"

"Um…approximately seven and a half months or so," the doctor answered uncomfortably. Naminé blinked slowly.

"I researched the last patient that had this disease," she said pleasantly. "He lived for exactly 210 days after he was diagnosed." Dr. Denn nodded.

"Yes- that's about right."

"So I have seven and a half months, thirty weeks, and 210 days to live?" the blonde questioned innocently.

"Well, yes, it seems so, but-"

"Thank you Dr. Denn," Naminé said, smiling at him and standing up. "Thank you for your help. I'll call if I have any questions." And with that, the blonde walked out of the doctor's office, the doctor watching her leave, his mouth hanging open stupidly.

Naminé calmly walked out of the office and into the hallway, heading towards the waiting area. Her phone let out a high-pitched beep, signaling a text had arrived in her inbox. Opening up her plain white phone, the message glowed out at her cheerfully.

nami-

im heading ovr to the hspital now- meet me in the prking lot.

tell me evrything.

xoxo

- rox

Smiling slightly, she texted back an 'okay' slowly- unused to texting with a keyboard. Striding out of the waiting room, she exited through the sliding doors into the bright sunlight. Shading her eyes with a hand, she peered out into the parking lot, searching for the familiar sea-blue corvette. A loud honk echoed through the silence, and Naminé jumped in surprise. The expensive car smoothly pulled up in front of her.

"Hey Roxas," she greeted cheerily, opening the door and sliding in the passenger seat. There was no answer. Instead, he pulled out of the hospital, taking the highway back to their hometown.

"We're going to my house," he said shortly, flipping his blonde bangs out of his face. Naminé sighed.

"Everything went fine Roxas," she said soothingly. The car suddenly screeched to a stop, causing angry honks from the cars behind them.

"Fine?" he hissed furiously. "Fine? Nami, you've been diagnosed with a disease that's incurable, and you say you're fine?"

"Roxas!" Naminé exclaimed. "If you want to talk, fine. But get off of the road!" Still seething, the blonde obeyed, picking up speed again. "Look," Naminé began again, speaking quietly. "It's really okay, they said that-"

"Nami," Roxas interrupted, his voice pained. "Please. Not…not now." Naminé said nothing, but placed her hand over his on the stick shift. He looked away, his cerulean blue eyes filled with sadness.

The rest of the car ride was in silence, Roxas' body language screaming that he was distressed. Pulling into his driveway, the older blonde tiredly ran a hand over his face. Naminé opened her mouth to say something, but Roxas opened the driver's door and got out, stalking over to the front door. Scrambling to get out of the corvette, she followed him, closing the door behind them.

"Roxas…" she said, groping for the light switch on the wall. She finally found it and flicked on the lights, revealing the modern interior décor of his home. The hallway going into the kitchen area was lined with photos of Roxas and his family and friends, most of the pictures making the young blonde smile. She walked into the kitchen area- the bar where he ate most of his meals, and the fancier dining room table where he ate with guests. Turning to the right, she entered the living room with the huge flat screen TV and the white couch that lined the whole side of the room. To the side of the living room was the huge staircase leading to Roxas' bedroom, the three other guest rooms, and the balcony.

Roxas' job was very well paying.

Very well paying.

Naminé heading to the couch, seeing the blonde sitting there with his arms crossed against his chest. Plopping down next to him, she put her hand on his shoulder, he looked away stubbornly.

"Roxas, there is absolutely nothing you can do," Naminé said, her voice firm. "I'm okay with it- I'd rather have me be the one diagnosed instead of you or Kairi or Sora."

"I don't want you to die," Roxas whispered.

"I have 210 days," Naminé said gently. Roxas turned towards her, and she was unsurprised to see that his eyes were moist.

"What?"

"I have 210 days until I die," Naminé said, sounding unafraid and unworried.

"Oh Nami," Roxas whispered, closing his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the smaller blonde, pulling her into his lap and burying his face into her hair. She felt his body shake with tears, and she laced her fingers with his. She leaned into his touch, murmuring soothing words.

"Can I sleepover tonight?" she asked gently.

"Course," Roxas said, his voice muffled by her hair. Shifting to pull out her phone, Naminé dialed her parents' phone number.

"Hey mom," she said trying to sound upbeat. "Yeah…uh huh…everything's fine mom. Yes, it's confirmed. No. No mom, I don't want to. Look, can we talk about this later? I'm staying over Roxas' tonight. Yes. Love you too. Bye." Pressing the end button, she curled up in his lap, resting her head on his chest.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Roxas suggested, his voice still choked up. Naminé nodded and got out of her comfortable position, heading towards his movie cabinet.

"Um…how about…Princess Diaries?" she asked, holding up the pink movie case.

"Whatever you want, Nami," Roxas said kindly. Naminé frowned and stood up, placing her hands on her thin hips.

"I know for a fact you absolutely hate chick flicks," she grumbled. "Now help me pick out something that we'll both like." Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Roxas got up off the couch and knelt down next to her, searching for a movie.

"2012?"

"Nah."

"Lord of the Rings?"

"God, no."

Star Wars?"

"I don't understand why you have The Princess Diaries and…this junk!" Naminé exclaimed. This comment caused Roxas to smile the first time that day.

"Ok then...how about…Rent?"

"The musical?"

"Yeah."

"Sure." The movie was then put in the DVD player, and they both settled down on the couch, Naminé again curled up in Roxas' lap- the latter resting his chin atop her head. Sighing in contentment, Naminé closed her eyes, pleased at getting a few moments of peace with her best friend. Above the loud dialogue of the characters, there was a loud ring from Roxas' phone in his pocket. Shifting, he pulled it out of his pocket and clicked the 'receive' button.

"Ello?" he asked groggily, only moments from falling asleep a few minutes before. Naminé heard a muffled voice on the other end, and Roxas sighed softly.

"Hey Axel. Yeah. No. She's…she's doing fine. Look- not now. I'll text you later. Yeah. Yeah. Okay, I promise. Sure, later. Mm hm. Love you too. Goodbye Axel." He ended the call, and Naminé smiled at their banter.

"I think you two are cute," Naminé mumbled. Roxas snorted, throwing his phone to the other end of the couch.

"We're not even in a relationship."

"It's still cute."

"Says you." Naminé giggled, and cuddled even more into him.

"Didn't you date him once upon a time?"

"Worse few weeks of my life."

"Oh, stop!" Naminé said, laughing. "It wasn't that bad!"

"Yes it was. Trust me; we are much better off as friends."

"If you say so," Naminé mumbled, closing her eyes. She felt the blonde underneath her shift and pick her up bridle-style, slowly standing up. Letting out a mumbled protest, Roxas gently shushed her.

"Time for bed Nami," he said soothingly. He climbed up the stairs, immediately turning into his room. Placing her on his huge king size bed, he grabbed a spare blanket and tucked it around her. Cuddling into the warm blankets, the younger blonde immidately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Roxas left the room, but paused at the doorway, looking at the lump curled in the middle of his bed.

Something broke inside of him at that moment.

That something was his heart.

Okay- a little info-

Naminé and Roxas are both representing two real people that were involved in this

most of the events that happen in this story happened in real life

the entries at the beginning of each chapter are real documents

the disease will not be named

reviews are dedicated to anyone anywhere who died early in their life because of a disease, and are greatly appreciated

I was involved with this- maybe later I'll tell you which 'character' I was

THE CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED VERY SLOWLY- THIS IS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE AND POST

Thank you

-bee