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"HE SAID THAT?!" Quinn stood up from her seat and threw the ballpen she was spinning around her fingers.

"Calm down, Quinn..."

Rose is back again at the hospital after what happened yesterday at her boyfriend's workplace.

"Then what happened next?..." the nurse sat beside Rose.

"He went back inside his studio... but I waited for him. I also wanted to see if he actually ate the food that I made for him..." she sighed and leaned against the headboard, "But I saw the lunchbox near a trashcan, so I took it back with me."

It was really unexpected. What her boyfriend did was unexpected. That lunchbox was a gift from Rose when they were 13. For them, it's an item that holds so many memories. To see it sitting beside a trashcan broke her heart.

"Then you fainted, and I found you the next morning on the floor of your kitchen." Quinn went closer to the frail-looking girl and held her hand. "Listen, honey. You need to do something about this."

"Don't worry... I already got a plan."

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"Why would you summon me this late at night? I have work later at 5 am."

Liz stood at the corner of the bed, looking uninterested.

"Sorry, it's urgent... don't worry, this will be quick." Rose cleared her throat and removed the blanket that was covering her weak legs. As soon as Liz saw her thighs down to her feet, she immediately covered her shocked face.

"H-hey Hendrix! What the-"

"I'm dying... and I only have two or three weeks left. Well, since I know my body more than anyone, I think I'm gonna die this week."

"Wait wait wait- does he know?!" Liz asked with her eyes closed while still covering her eyes.

"No... he doesn't... know..."

This time Liz turned around and faced Rose. "Why?!"

"Uhmmm... I'm dying anyway." She started fidgeting her fingers and exhaled loudly, "I know you love him, and you can give him so much happiness that will last long."

I'm sorry for doing this, love.

"Take care of him, and I know you will... he needs someone like you, not me. You can give him anything he wants, unlike me. You're much prettier than me and more successful than me. So... please love him with all your heart."

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