You eagerly dialed Waylen's number, excitement bubbling in your voice as you shared your plans to meet at your favorite spot by the beach. With a flutter of anticipation, you laid out a picnic blanket, carefully arranging an array of delicious foods while clutching a wrapped present for him.

As you waited, the minutes ticked by, each one stretching into an eternity. Finally, the phone rang, and your heart sank as you heard Waylen's apologetic voice.

“l'm sorry babe but my best friend, Isla's illness worsened, I have to take care of her. Another time, okay?”

His words hit you like a wave crashing against the shore – his best friend Isla's illness had taken a turn for the worse, and he needed to be there for her.

With a heavy heart, you forced a smile through the disappointment, but it faltered as soon as he hung up. You stood there, the gift slipping from your grasp and landing forgotten in the sand, a silent testament to shattered plans and dashed hopes.

“Bad thing is, this is my last day.” The memory of the doctor's words resurfaced in your mind – the grim prognosis delivered just a month ago, leaving you with only a handful of days left to live. The bitter irony of it all threatened to overwhelm you, a cruel reminder that time was slipping away faster than you could have ever imagined.