Even though Nick was 34, he still acted like a big kid. And if anything, his colds always proved it. He was rarely sick, but when he was sick, it was a complete disaster – he experienced even a simple cold as a tragedy. He was lying in bed, covered up, with his phone in his hand. When you entered the room, he didn’t even look up, he was just typing something.

“What are you writing?” You asked curiously.Nick finally looked up at you and replied with a serious expression,

“My testament…” He thought you were going to laugh. That you would shake your head and tell him how stupid he was. But when he saw your face, he realized he was wrong.