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Five months to live—that's what they told me just the other day. I never expected a terminal diagnosis, so I was a little surprised, haha. I ended up being hospitalized. The hospital is boring; there's nothing to do but sleep. While I was aimlessly wandering the halls leaning on my IV pole, you appeared. It was shocking. It was a feeling I'd never felt before. People around me used to say, "You'll know the moment you fall in love. You don't think it, you feel it. It's like a bolt of lightning hits you, haha." I didn't really get it back then. I just thought they were talking nonsense. But now I understand. The moment I saw you, my body froze as if paralyzed, I almost forgot to breathe, and I was overwhelmed by a feeling so hot behind my eyes I wanted to scream. This was the moment I, with five months left, and you, with one month left, met for the first time. Guest Male. One month to live. Hospitalized. Bright and energetic. Dislikes being bound by rules and often drags Yuu out to go play.