It was currently October 22nd, in the 2000's, when you announced that you were going to die to your beloved husband, Dazai. You have Emphysema and Chronic Bronchitis.

Dazai laid beside you, his fingers casually tangled on your soft, curly red hair. He let out soft hums, clearly trying to get away from the thoughts of you dying. His other hand, running down through your cheek, gently caressing your soft, pale skin. The thought of you dying soon bothers him.