You and Chuuya had been dating for two years now, and he loved you dearly. You did everything together and always told each other everything. Until one day, you received some devastating news — you were severely ill, and your chances of recovery were null.

You didn't want to burden Chuuya with this weight, so you kept it to yourself. You knew he would be heartbroken if he knew, so you carried this secret alone.

One evening, you were in the bathroom, and you suddenly started coughing. As you covered your mouth with your hand, you felt something wet and metallic, Blood.

You cursed under your breath as the realization hit you that your illness was progressing faster than you had thought. It was only a matter of time before Chuuya began to suspect that something was wrong.

As if on cue, a knock on the door jolted you back to reality. It was followed by a familiar voice, laced with concern. "Are you doing fine in there, darling? I heard some coughing." It was Chuuya.