2. Niall's POV
I was comforting Nina, just like I did back when we were five. "Why did he have to die?" Nina whispered.
"I don't know, I honestly don't know." I whispered back.
"I always had hope that he was alive, somewhere out there, but my hopes were crushed, just like my dream." Nina sobbed.
"Your dream?" I asked.
I feel Nina nod as she says, "I always dreamed to a singer, just like you,"
"Why is that dream crushed?" I asked.
"I can't travel, not until they get rid of my stomach cancer." She tells me.
Shock fills my body, "Stomach Cancer?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've had that since I was sixteen. They said they couldn't do surgery because it had spread. They managed to get rid of half of the cancer that spread, but not all of it." She tells me.
"Oh, I am so sorry." I whispered.
"Don't be, it's not your fault." Nina whispered.
"Yeah, I know, but still, having cancer for two years must suck." I tell her,
"It does," She tells me wiping away her dry tears.