~Taeyeon and Tiffany were really close. They did everything together~~Now theyre living in an apartment with eachother.~~Both working part time at a restaurant. Their lives as adults (Both are still in highscool. As seniors though) had basically just begun.~~However, Taeyeon wants to make life for Tiffany amazing. Every second, minute and hour of it.~~She wanted to spend the rest of her time with her as much as possible. To her, Tiffany was everything.~~Tiffany wasnt aware of the fact that Taeyeon was diagnosed with cancer.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Characters~~~~~~~~~~Taeyeon ~ A dorky, fun-loving girl. Shes often clumsy. Extremely overprotective with Tiffany, as she treasures her deeply. She doesnt tell Tiffany about her having cancer. She loves it when Tiffany plays. TiffanyA sweet girl who cares a lot about Taeyeon. She can play the piano very well and enjoys playing it. Shes playful and the aegyo master, only to Taeyeon. I only wrote a little bit of information, but dont start to guess what happens. You might never know with all the plot twists Im putting in. Prepare.  ForewordI walked in to what was now our new apartment. Tiffany and I.  "Its so spacious !!" Tiffany claps her hands together admiring the empty living room. Scanning every corner of it. "I cant believe well be living here together!!!" She turns to me with the cutest eye smile Ive ever seen her do. I wasnt in the mood, but seeing her like this made me happy. To me she was the sun.Tiffany doesnt know, but I have cancer. She also doesnt know that Im secretly getting treatment for it. Chemotherapy. Its supposed to slow or kill the division of the bad cells. Downside, it gets the good cells too, so theres side effects. Shortly after we looked around, the movers were coming in groups with stuff. The first thing they carried in was Tiffanys grand piano. And grand it was indeed. It took about 4 movers to get it in the living room somehow. I was happy at the thought Tiffany and I would be living together. Soon well be going off to college, supporting each other no matter what. I didnt tell her about my cancer because shell die. I want to spend all the time I have left with her. Thsi chemotherapy was supposed to help, but I felt terrible all the time. Crying myself to sleep from the pain. Wanting to pull my hair out. (Itll be gone soon enough though.)After they set her piano down, she comfortably sat on the wide seat, patting her hand next to her so that I could sit.Gently, she places her fingers on the keys. Swiftly, but careful on hitting each one. Her eyes closed so that she could concentrate on the sound. I too closed my eyes hoping to stay this way forever. Beside her as she played for me.