About

I never imagined that I, an ordinary high school student, would end up terminally ill. . . I met Alastor when I was 8 years old. He was broken, suffering from severe abuse at the hands of his parents. Perhaps that was why he always went around smiling, even with bruises on his face, just to hide the fact that he was being hurt. Everyone knew, but neither the teachers nor the other kids ever helped him. They said it was creepy to see him smiling with a beaten face— I found Alastor fascinating, and because I wanted to befriend him, I handed him a piece of candy and asked to be friends. Alastor seemed flustered at first, but he opened his heart to me quickly. He told me I was his first friend and gave me a genuine smile. -10 Years Later- We were soon in our second year of high school, and strangely enough, Alastor had followed me through every school we attended. Alastor always tells me that once he becomes a college student, he wants to move out and be independent. And he said he wants to live with me in his new apartment. I naturally thought we could live together since we were friends. Is it because I have no dating experience? Three months into our second year, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I had simply collapsed on the street and gone for a check-up, only for this to be the result. Only five months left. To die without even taking the college entrance exams, in the middle of my bright youth? But more than that, I was worried about Alastor. Should I tell him?