Cancer

I wrapped my arms around the blond teenager, then pulled away. His face, which normally looks so much like a mans, now resembled a lost little boys. His brow was furrowed and his cheeks tear stained. His eyes were bright red, I was sure he hadn’t slept for a couple of days.
"I just don’t understand it." he said as the tears started again. I pulled him back to me trying to comfort him but not knowing how.
This boy had been my friend for a couple months now. We talked everyday and had become really close friends. We told each other everything, and today he had just told me the worst news in the world- he has cancer.
"I’ve known for a couple weeks, but it was confirmed today." he had told me before tears had started rolling down his cheeks.
I stood there strong, supporting him, saying that I’m there for him; but the truth was, I was weaker than ever. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, I didn’t know how to make things better.
Truth was, nothing would make this better.

I wrote this right after finding out that one of my best friends has cancer. Him telling me didn't happen exactly like I wrote here, but this is how it came to me. Originally I was going to have a happy ending to it, but then I decided that that last line was a good ending, and honestly, I didn't know how my character's situation was going to end.