Chapter 8
Time flew by, and my body grew increasingly weaker by the day.
I could feel my body shutting down, slowly losing all function. Even my senses were starting to dull.
Sometimes, I’d wake up to find my pillow soaked in blood.
In the days leading up to Freddie’s wedding, I almost couldn’t get out of bed.
Every tiny movement sent pain shooting from my bones, sharp enough to leave me drenched in cold sweat. Every night before closing my eyes, I wondered if I’d wake up the next day.
And yet, I stubbornly held on. I wanted to stay alive until the day of his wedding.
Perhaps then, I could finally let go.
I thought that in my few remaining days, I would only be able to see Freddie through my phone. To my surprise, he came to see me the day before his wedding.
He took one look at my frail appearance and frowned in annoyance. “Don’t you know to see a doctor when you’re sick? How did you let yourself fall apart like this?”
My face was blank, and I remained silent.
Even now, he still didn’t believe I was dying. Maybe in his eyes, I was still playing some pity act.
After a pause, he asked, “I’m getting married tomorrow. Will you come?”
I shook my head and replied softly, “I haven’t been feeling well lately. I don’t think I can make it.”
Freddie suddenly let out a sigh of relief. “That’s probably for the best.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “So you were worried I’d cause a scene at your wedding?”
