Memories play themselves over and over again. The world seems much brighter. You are happy, yet you feel the soft, warm liquid fall down the side of your face. You lay there, eyes lock with the one you have been going with for the past few months. He is wide eyed with worry. His eyes are red and puffy from the past few days of news. You won t live. Leukaemia will not let you live, you are told.
Tsuna, don t worry. It ll be fine, it was just a headache , you told him a month ago. He had forced you into getting a scan.
Like hell I am not worried. No idiot falls down from a headache, ~~~~ , he grumbles at you. He was just a worry wart who insisted on first aid care every time you had a runny nose. You had nothing to worry about. Right?
You get annoyed with his constantly naggy thoughts. Faking anger, you playfully hit him on the arm. His eyes shoot a death glare at you. Behind the glare is a hint of a childish prankster. You have no idea whether he will copy your close friend and though ice down your back or scare the heck out of you with a few of his friends, his tutor Reborn in particular.
Che. Worry wart. You know I will be fine. I ve fallen. I ve broken bones and want not. If it's anything, I m sure there is nothing to worry about. So calm down will you? you roll your eyes at him, smirking, Oh, and whatever you are planning behind those eyes, don t. I will kill you. He gives a soft laugh, shaking his head at your nativity.
Seriously, he wraps his arms around you, When in the world will you learn to grow up.
Shuddup and stop sounding like my mum. I m only a few months younger than you so I am grown up. If there is anything, you need to get younger , you mumble, curling yourself into his arms, so that his chin rests on your head.
Feeling comforted, you breathe a sigh, close your eyes and rest. You are startled by Tsuna and his intake of breath. What was happening? What was wrong?
Ts- , you are cut off.
Like hell you are going to be all right. You have one of the rarest forms of Leukaemia, that headache was the first sign. You really need to look after yourself. I don t know what will happen but doc has something to tell you. He said it it best if you hear too, he quickly mumbles out with a voice undernoted with a heavy sense of anxiety.
Your attention is turned from the useless worry wart, Tsuna to the doctor in front of you. He stands there with your results and an I feel sorry for you kid face. You don t know how to respond. All you hear were the words death in one month or so . You feel faint.
One month. Left.
When had this disease started?
Why was it me?
Your head is filled with thoughts. Beside you, Tsuna has his soft chocolate eyes wide with shock and sorrow. In one month time, you would loose each other. In one month time, you will close your eyes towards the world and sleep forever. In one month time, you will be alone.
There will no longer be Tsuna.