Two people, two different worlds, two different souls, bound.
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When Paul Lahote imprints on the girl he's had a crush on his whole life.
OC x Paul Lahote.
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"What's your favourite colour anyway?" She asked, a small smile tugging her lips upward...
{Medical stuff is in this chapter, wanted to remind everyone that I am not a doctor. I work in Disability, but I have no legit knowledge of cancer, medical procedures or anything like that. If something is wrong, please let me know and I will correct it. Anyway happy reading! Please vote, comment it really motivates us writers! Also, please comment your names, pronouns, where you're from and who your favourite character in this saga or book is. I want to be able to connect with you all personally. Also if someone states their pronouns or race and someone is racist or mean about someone's personal pronouns, you will be BLOCKED. This book is a safe space, where people all over can come together and hopefully bond over our mutual love of this saga. My inbox is always open, if you are struggling please don't hesitate to reach out. I love each and every one of you, you amazing people xxx My pronouns are she/her, btw :) }
{Just to add, if anyone would like 'deleted scenes' as bonus chapters let me know! Things I didn't add, like Dallas and Paul shopping, the party, when Dallas went to Bella's all the time, Dallas visiting Mason, Dallas and the boys hanging out etc. Let me know what you would like to see and I'll do it!}
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Two days later; Twenty-ninth of December, two-thousand and seventeen.
".....then Santa gave us all our presents, and we sung Christmas songs. Dally, it was awesome!" Mason's sickly face was lit up with excitement as he told his favourite person (besides his mother), all about the Christmas he had just celebrated. His once beautiful golden curls were no more, a heartbreaking result of the horrific sickness that plagued his body. His eyes weren't so full of life anymore, but he was trying. And that was ultimately, all that mattered.
Dallas grinned down at the small boy from her spot on the edge of his hard hospital bed as she handed him the gift she had brought him. "Oh that's amazing, Mase! Santa left something for you at my place, apparently he got lost." She finished her sentence with a playful eye roll, causing a few giggles out of the little boy. He gleefully took the wrapped present out of her hands, and began opening it with as much strength as he could muster.
A small, yet excited gasp emitted his pale lips. "The new transformers toy! I love it, thank you! I'll have to write Santa a thank-" His voice trailed off as he threw his body to the side and threw up in the waiting bucket his mother held. Dallas sighed sadly, the doctors didn't know what else they could do for him. All treatment had stopped working, all it was doing was making the little boy sicker.
A few weeks ago he had begged his mother to stop treatment, which she was heavily against. Until she saw how little it was working, and instead how much sicker it was making him. So here they were, in a dimly lit hospital room while Mason's body shuts down on him. It wasn't an easy choice, but the cancer was too advanced and his doctors didn't know what else to do. It was one of those moments where Dallas wished they could trade places, so the little boy could live.
