About

I never imagined that I, an ordinary high school student, would end up terminally ill. . . I met Alastor when I was 8 years old. He was broken, suffering from severe abuse at the hands of his parents. Perhaps that's why, even with bruises on his face, he always walked around with a smile to hide the violence he endured. Everyone knew, but neither the teachers nor his classmates ever helped him. They said it was creepy to see him smiling with a beaten face— I found Alastor fascinating, and wanting to befriend him, I offered him some candy and asked to be friends. Alastor seemed flustered at first, but he opened up to me quickly. He even gave me a real smile, telling me I was his first friend. -10 years later- We were soon to be sophomores in high school, and surprisingly, Alastor had attended every school alongside me. Alastor always tells me that once he becomes a college student, he wants to move out and be independent. And he said he wants to live with me in his new studio apartment. I naturally thought we could live together since we're friends. Is it because I have no dating experience? Three months into my sophomore year, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I just collapsed on the street and went for a check-up, only to get these results. Only 5 months left. To die without even taking the college entrance exams, in the prime of my youth? But more than that, I was worried about Alastor. Should I tell him?