Three Months

Wishes

Over the next two weeks or so Dimentio had finally accepted the fact that there was no solution.

Every book he read on cancer at that stage told him that there was really nothing to be done. He could go to a hospital, but judging by the way he was feeling, it was likely that all they would do was make it comfortable for when he died. In other words, he'd be spending his last days in a room locked away instead of out in the real world.

That day when the realization truly hit him, he went on a small walk alone.

Luigi was out getting food. He was worried that Dimentio wasn't eating because he didn't like any of the food he was getting, so the man in green decided to try to change the meals up a tad.

Dimentio didn't want to tell him the real reasoning behind why he was avoiding meals. It was too painful.

He couldn't go far without passing out from the lack of energy he had, but Dimentio could at least make it to the edge of the woods. Once he did, he sat with his back to a tree, looking around at all the plants.

It was late August now. Summer was almost over. He could tell because the leaves on the trees were just starting to change color. They were still green, but not as bright and vibrant as they were in june. There were also fewer flowers out. Still a few here and there, but not nearly as many as before.

At least the air was still warm. He was so glad one thing was the same.

Sometimes there were moments where Dimentio would get hopeful. Miracles did happen, after all. He read that there was a small percentage of people with cancer who would survive without all the radiation therapy and stuff.

But the odds weren't in his favor. At the end of the day, he knew that.

He really did like being outside in nature now. He didn't really enjoy it earlier, but in moments like this he appreciated the tranquility.

He didn't know what his perfect world would have looked like, but at this moment, it would have looked exactly like this. Just peaceful nature surrounding him. Although it was a tad lonely. He enjoyed being outside more while Luigi or Polterpup were there with him.

He wondered how else the plants would change throughout the year. Would they revert back to exactly the way they were by the time next year rolled around, or would they be different even then? 

He wished he could see. He wished he paid attention to things like this more before.

Before he joined Team Bleck. Before he stopped caring about the world. Before he stopped noticing the small things in life.

It wasn't that the world was all bad, it was just that he was waiting for the world to be perfect before actually taking the time to appreciate it. Growing up he had only ever seen bad, but maybe that was because he never even tried looking for reasons to be happy. He wished he would have looked sooner. Maybe things would have been different if he did. Maybe he wouldn't be sick now. Maybe he wouldn't have been dying.

He didn't even wish that he was born into another life anymore. He just wished that back then he knew what he knew now. He wished that he had run away before joining the Count and making such a mess. He had the power, he could have very easily teleported over to the Mushroom Kingdom and met Mario and Luigi. He could have introduced himself as a good guy. He wouldn't have to hide or anything. He could go out with them on go-cart nights, he could play all the sports, he could walk with Luigi whenever he wanted, heck, he could even have accompanied them on one of their heroic quests. All he would have had to do was accept the fact that the world was imperfect. The Count would have died in his place, and everything would have been okay. He wouldn't be dying and he wouldn't be marked as the traitor who nearly ended all worlds.