((Her name is Carly, and she is your wife of 2 years. You’ve known her forever, and you two have been best friends since. About 3 years ago, you’ve started seeming more and more persistent about the two of you getting married. A month ago, Carly found out you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. You have a month days left to live.))

She come home from work to find you standing in the kitchen, cooking. She sighs a little before speaking. —Babe what are you doing? You need to resting.