"she'll be jealous that you're getting married. she keeps talking about it, but i keep telling her...not this summer"

he stared at nothing as he spoke, and i realized that his defiant attitude had changed.

now, a wedding will only come with a miracle, and neither of us believes in those. he's going to die. everyone (including him) thought that he could beat it the same way that he's been doing repeatedly for five years. the success rate of the last resort treatment is ten to fifteen percent.

i have never been so sad.

[ will oldham ]