Chapter 90

Matthew

It's been a long week.

From visiting amusement parks to eating my favorite meals, hearing Keith sing lullabies every time we are to fall asleep, and with slow and romantic sex of course.

It still feels like a dream that I'm achieving all this before dying, in short, I'd have said I'm still living in a dream in which I prayed hard for it not to be a dream cause when I wake, I'd cry that all the good times I had with Keith had been a lie but staring at the calendar right now, I sincerely wish I was in a dream.

Ten days. I bit my bottom lips, ten days and I'd be a dead soul.

Keith had no idea I still keep track of my days, he once said we shouldn't talk about it and none of us should check what date or day it is but I couldn't help it.

Now I was beginning to pity him, pity myself, and--- "Oh," I groaned at the sharp pain I felt in my leg.

I glanced down at my leg which was yet to appear swollen but when I had showered last night I notic