Suddenly, an intense pain overwhelmed me. My body trembled violently, and I instinctively curled up, pressing my hand against my temples and biting my lower lip with all my might. But it was of no use; I couldn't control my rapid breathing. I rushed to the hospital.

I knew my time was running out, so I resigned myself to spending my remaining days there. I didn't want to drag my sick body to face those I wished to avoid. Just thinking of Elio and Samara filled me with bitterness.

As time passed, my body grew weaker and weaker. Death was quietly approaching, until my final breath slipped away.

I felt...