Author's Note

Chapter 2! So I apologize in advance for my convoluted writing and this chapter is meant to be short and rushed. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't write more so I stopped trying. There's one more chapter after this! Reviews are appreciated and thank you to those who have or will.

30 days.

What would you do if you were told exactly how many days you had left to live? If you only had thirty? What would you do, in the last moments of your life?

Each day is suddenly so much more important. You start noticing how precious each day is… And how much time you are wasting. You start rushing to accomplish everything you ever dreamed of. Suddenly you are bound by the most restricting deadline.

Yet somehow, I feel freer than ever. As if now because there's a deadline I can run at everything head on knowing that no matter what I do, how hard I fail, how much it hurts, it'll all be over soon.

When I was told that I only had thirty more days left, there was no shock, no despair. This is what I had been expecting from day one. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I struggled, I had two goals and would risk my life to accomplish them. After all, that life will soon be over.

The two stood next to each other in front of the priest. Each wore a gleaming silver ring on their ring finger. Aomine took a step forward before turning and offering his arm to Kagami, an innocent smile dancing upon his face.

Everything hurt. Every cell in his body was screaming in anguish. But seeing Aomine smiling so brightly put him at ease. It was different from his usual sarcastic smirk, but somehow, he could feel happiness radiating from Aomine and it calmed him. And the pain was gone. And he could smile. And everything was so perfect. And he was happy. Smiling weakly back, Kagami reached for his arm.

And the smile slipped, the façade shattered.

Suddenly everything was spinning.

Adrenaline thrummed through every cell of his body as he watched the red head fall.

Everything was too dark.

Under the bright, white lights, his skin was frighteningly pale.

Too quiet.

Over and over he screamed out the name of his newly wed.

Searching desperately he flailed for something, anything, for stability.

And Aomine was afraid, so afraid, as he rushed to catch the red head.

Somehow he felt safe and stable and warm as he snuggled into the chest of Aomine, breathing in the all too familiar and comforting scent, a smiling crossing his face as he closed his eyes, and everything went dark.

A lot of thoughts flitted through his mind as he held the frail redhead in his arms. And as he stared in shock, he hoarsely began to mutter "No… no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. No. This isn't happening." But he knew it was happening. Even now as he held Kagami, he could feel his fragile, weak frame. He could feel how unbelievably light he was. And didn't he know? Didn't he know that this was what was going to happen? As soon as he had read that paper, this was his fate.

And he was supposed to be strong, but right now he felt so defeated. He couldn't move and his body was trembling. Fear. This was fear. He started chuckling softly as he threaded his hands through Kagami's dual toned hair, gripping desperately at it. Fear. And this was his opponent, a hopeless dying idiot who had sneaked into his heart and crushed it from the inside.

Somewhere he could hear people calling their names… then there were sirens. After that he didn't remember anything.

And the next thing he knew, he was staring at the pale, lifeless hand of his husband still thinking that this couldn't be true, too shocked even for tears.