Disclaimer- I don't own a single thing HSM related beside the soundtrack that I bought on iTunes. All lyrics are Lee Ann Womack, which I also don't own.

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed"

-I Hope You Dance, Lee Ann Womack

Two weeks.

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Fourteen days.

336 hours.

20,160 minutes.

1,209,600 seconds.

The doctor said it could be shorter, and to spend as much time with her as he possibly could.

Flashback

"I'm very sorry sir, your wife has a brain tumor. We caught it too late, it spread too much. Even if we did do the surgery and chemotherapy she wouldn't make it. I am sad to say she will have to stay here in her last weeks, there are serious side affects of having a brain tumor. I am very truly sorry," the doctor said slowly, and retreated to the E.R.

End Flashback

That was one week ago. He had only one week left to spend time with her. Only one week left that his three-year old daughter has time to spend with her mom. During his school years, the week couldn't have gone by any slower. Now one week seems like barely any time at all. It kills him to think that whenever he says good-bye to her at the hospital it could be the last time he sees her.

He tries to remember the better times with her. Doing the musical, going to the movies, sneaking out to see her when he wasn't playing basketball. It was so simple then. His life was pretty much basketball and her. Now his life is filled with fear and what-if's.

What if he had paid more attention to her constant migraines?

What if her dad didn't pass down the cancerous gene in his part of the DNA?

What if their little girl would have cancer at an older age?

What if he had spent more time with her? Would he have noticed anything unusual?

What if it was him with a brain tumor?

What if she died tomorrow?

His friends had tried to reassure that it was a mistake in the beginning, but he knew the doctor was right. And as much as he's going to miss her, he's glad she won't have to do the chemotherapy or radiation. He doesn't want her to suffer. She has had to enough already. He tries to tell himself that he'll be okay after she passes, but he can't lie anymore. He has no clue what he's going to do with a baby all by himself. He's not ready to let her go yet. But he knows he has to. And that's what kills him.

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A/N- I'm sure you guys know who I'm writing about but if you don't, it's Troy and Gabriella. I know this is short, but they will get longer. In this fic. The group is about 25, with the exception of Kylie and the parents of course. So let me know what you think!