Not Sure How I Feel

Friend of mine sent me a short story he wrote earlier today. I'm not sure how it makes me feel...

"She was 19 when she realized she couldn't die; 24 when she stopped aging. He was 26 when he found out he had a year left to live. The next day, they met."

It was beautiful and tragic and heartbreaking and I'm kinda messed up about it. And now I can't stop thinking about which one has it worse, or better, or both. And I'm shivering.

Just wanted to share.