My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

like a horror movie.

I couldn’t stop crying.

My mom tried to be positive.

My dad tried to be strong.

Neither of them could hide how scared they were.

And if they were scared, how was I supposed to feel?

By Wednesday night, I had made my decision.

I wasn’t going to prom.

Simple.

Problem solved.

No stares.
No whispers.
No pity.
No pretending.

I texted Leo.

“You’re continue reading …