I step out of the hospital room with trembling legs and a shaky sigh. I was terrified of what they had told me. My mind was still trying to process the information. I subconsciously made my way to the waiting room where my brother, Lovino, was waiting.

I had been in the hospital for a month now as they did various tests to find out my mysterious condition. For several months back, I had been expiriencing light-headedness, dizziness, fainting, and severe chest aches. Today the results came said I had a rare disease.

From when I was young, I had always had a weak bone structure and a frail heart. It had gotten better somewhat got better as I grew older and increased my calcium intake to full fold. But apparently it hadn't been enough and my bones were still twig-like structures. Only now did I find out what happened to all the nutrients.

The had gathered up in my heart. The calcium and stuff had gotten into my blood vessels and rather being absorbed by my bones, they traveled back to my heart where it began to slowly build up. It built up all the way into a wall. They say it was a mirrical how my heart still pumps.

They also said I only had the rest of this month, August, to live.

I reach the waiting room and my brother looks up. "Are you free to go?" he asks. he makes it sound as if I was in jail for the past month.

I nod and he gets up from the chair he was sitting on and straightens his shirt. We walk wordlessly to the car parked outside. It is a beautiful day out here in Rome, Italy. I figure I should cherish it.

We get into his cherry red(or as my brother likes to call it, ripe tomato red)convertible and drove off home. My brother offers to close up the roof but I shook my head, enjoying the breeze against my face. It clears my thoughts of inevitable death.

When we get home my brother says that I should relax while he makes dinner. That was a new thing for him, usually he was the lazy one.

I open the door to my room and step inside, the smell hitting my face in a rush of nostalgia. I lay on the bed, face pressed against the pillow, smelling it. It smelt of garlic and of course, my favorite pasta.

I let out a short 'Vee~' as I relinquish the smell and pretty much everything else in the room. One month, that was all it had been but it truly felt like a lifetime. A lifetime in which I could have spent doing other things, enjoying, living, blissfully unaware of all of life's troubles.

I hear my brother call for me from downstairs. I take one longing look back out the window it looked so easy to jump out be free of all the struggles. But no, that would be cheating.I head downstairs to face my brother.

Normally, I'm the only one who inhabits this house. Lovino is usually off with his Spanish boyfriend elsewhere. So you practically see the care and concern radiating off of him now.

We ate most of the dinner in relative silence. We were having pasta. That sot of stuck a string in my heart. when your...Dead, can you still eat stuff like that?

I picked at my dinner for the most part, not really enjoying it. Lovino must've took notice of my behavior for he asked me, "Feleciano, tell me the truth, what happened in there and what did they tell you?" People gave my brother less credit than what he really deserved.

"N-nothing fratello! Ve~." I try say cheerily but my eyes betray me. A single tear rolls of my cheek and hits the table we were eating on. Though it was relatively silent, it sounded like a nuclear explosion.

Suddenly my brother gets up and hugs me and the next thing I knew I was sobbing into his chest, I never realised how much it smelled of tomatoes. And then the next thing I knew I had blurted it all out in a jumbled up sob but he understood for he rubbed my back as we rocked back and forth.

"Feli, Feli, Feli" he whisperes calmly into my hair like a prayer.

I don't know what I thought Lovino's reaction would be when I would break the news to him. In fact I was considering of not telling him at all. But this reaction surprised me a little. Knowing Lovino, he would usually break off into a string of curses, punch and throw a few things and throw a tantrum. I guess he has changed over this past few weeks. Or I guess I never really knew him as much like I thought I did.

I dread the moment when we would have to separate because then I know death will find me one way or the other.