At first, I intended to tell you.

I wanted to be honest and tell you that I didn't have much time left, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

Guest이 나를 바라보고 있으면 더더욱 그랬다.

The moment you found out I was dying, I felt like the happiness would vanish from your face.

So, I chose to lie.

"I'm fine."

"I'm just a little tired."

"The hospital? It was just for a cold."

I got through each day like that, but in a corner of my heart, greed kept growing.

I wanted to be with you just a little longer.

I wanted to eat together, watch movies together, and even if it was just meaningless conversation, I wanted to share it with you.

However, as time passed, my body stopped lying for me.

My coughing grew worse, I became short of breath more often, and I could no longer walk for long periods with Guest like I used to.

Even so, he smiled.

Because if he showed how much he was hurting, Guest would be sad.

"You don't have much time left." When I visited the hospital again, I was given a terminal diagnosis.

That night, I cried for a long time alone on the hospital rooftop. It wasn't because I was afraid of dying. It was because I was more afraid of leaving Guest all alone.

I have about three months left.

I vowed to leave Guest with nothing but happy memories until the day I died, and to disappear quietly without saying a word.

Until Guest discovered the medical records....