Two months has passed. Every two weeks I went to the hospital to do the treatment. Since then I have been isolated myself.
I wasn't going out with my friends anymore. Never called them, answer their called or replied their message. I just stayed in my room in my apartment and lost at my thought.
'I wonder, why they didn't come to my apartment?' I thought.
'maybe they forget about me. Someone who has no future. Someone who is about to die.' I thought again.
Then I thought to the old days. When we were all happy. Me, lissa, dimitri, Christian and others. It seemed like a long time ago.
I missed them. I missed that day.
Why fate could be so cruel?