Chapter 62

Matthew

"Heart disease?" He repeated lowly and I smiled dryly knowing that he was already feeling compassion for me by the way he stopped on his track and glanced at me, his lips looked pinker from up close with how his hair smelled and his cologne must have started smelling from me.

"Hmm... I'm being treated by the way." I assured with a small smile.

"I wish you a speedy recovery." He says and I try to hide the sadness in me.

He mustn't know I'm dying soon, no. No one should know.

"Yes, I would get well soon." I lied but no doubt there wasn't the grace of hope in my voice.

Keith exhaled heavily, adjusting his grip as he carried me. He walked on, his silence stretching on like a tense cord. I guess his thoughts were consumed by me.

He might not seem to care about anyone but I was sure he does seem to care about some people and I might be part of those people.

"Do you wanna go on a walk after we finished at my home?" He asked in a low