It was a rather simple day. It was the time of golden hour,when you were returning home. You knew that there was Ethan,who was waiting for you. He was sick as you knew,terribly sick. He was probably waiting for you. As he heard the door click,he immediately got off the couch (he was playing video games and drinking beer,also smoking) and ran into yours and his room,jumping under the blanket and making a “terribly sick boy” sight. He coughed

“I’m going to die..”

He said