[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment- On Schedule Edition

I've only written a handful of stories here, but this one is the one I liked the most, but the prompt didnt get much attention, I'd love it if someone could give me some feedback: 
 
 Prompt was: **You have the strange ability to cure any disease or condition once a year and only on January 1st. Today, January 2nd your only daughter is diagnosed with a rare type of terminal cancer. ** 
 
 `` Look honey, it... it's gon na be okay. We just have to get to next year and then...'' 
 
 James could n't finish the sentence. He was lying, and he knew it. Tears streamed down his face as he looked upon his only daughter. His little Jenny. 
 
 `` Dad. Do n't cry, please. We both know i'm not going to make it to the next year. It's not your fault, i know you would do everything to save me. But there's nothing we can do, you heard the doctors: 3 months at-'' 
 
 `` Best, yeah i heard them. But i do n't believe it Jenny, how can the world be so cruel? If only it had been diagnosed yesterday, i could have done something or... or...'' 
 
 Jenny wiped the tears from James' face with her hand. She had lied to him about the diagnosis when she had come out from the doctor's office. The cancer was stage 4, there was no point in treating it. The doctor had told her she had a few hours to say goodbye, and she wanted to spend them all with her father. 
 
 They looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Neither of them wanting to break the silence, maybe if they did n't talk about it, it would go away, like a bad dream. James lied down next to her, as he used to when Jenny was just a few months old. He listened to her breath, felt his hand brush against her hair, the warmth of her body. He closed his eyes to keep the tears at bay. 
 
 It was n't long before he started slipping away. The silence was overtaking him, the lack of movement relaxed him, he could feel his hand get colder as time passed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he realized. 
 
 It was too cold. Too quiet... too calm. He opened his eyes and sat up on the bed. He looked at Jenny, and cried. 
 
 The next few weeks were hell for James. Insurance collectors, Paperwork to be signed, condolences from people he did n't even remember. Reminder after reminder of his loss. Months came and went, days blurred together. It was n't long before Jenny's birthday passed, while he drowned his pain with alcohol. 
 
 Many people came by his house the first day of the year. To be with him, to talk, to give their condolences. `` She's in a better place'' they'd say, `` She lived a good life''. What point is a good life, if it is cut short? 
 
 He woke up on the hard leather of his couch. T.V was still on, his hand still grasping last night's bottle. For a moment he thought of calling Jenny, as he did every morning. Instead he drank more rum, as he did every morning. 
 
 He had tried, he really had. He endured a year of pain, a year without her. 
 Waiting for the day, for yesterday. 
 
 He thought of Jenny as he took the cold metal with his hand, he closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered her first day of school, her graduation, her first car, first boyfriend. He remembered how proud he was when she got her diploma, it seemed like it had been just yesterday. Tears ran down his face as he looked down. 
 
 `` I'll see you soon baby'' 
 
 His words were silenced by the loud bang, his body fell to the ground, almost as if he was still alive. He had bought the gun only days after Jenny's death. But he never touched it after he had put it away. He had remained hopeful, he was just going through the motions, waiting. Waiting for the calendar to change once more. 
 
 It was n't until he had woken up that day that he realized. There are wounds that nothing can heal. Not even his power could take away this pain.
