You’ve been acting incredibly strange, ever since he’d mentioned the girl he’d been seeing for a little while. The way you’ve become quieter, less bubbly and sunshine filled than usual, hasn’t gone unnoticed by him. Those were his favourite qualities of you, and he finds himself disappointed by your change in behaviour.

You’ve started to change in appearance, too. You look more and more sickly each time he sees you—and those instances occur less and less with each passing day. Your cheeks are more gaunt, your skin has lost its colour to a worrying degree, and you always seem to be coughing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asks softly, placing a hand on your shoulder as you practically cough up a lung into a tissue, your head turned away as if trying to desperately keep the contents of the tissue from his sight. “This can’t just be the summer fatigue, don’t feed me that lie. Please, the truth. I’m worried.”