𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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VIVIAN'S BUCKET LIST:
•Sailing on yatch •Hot air balloon •Buy favourite bike ✓ •Gift Dada •See a naked lady •Marry Vani
Sailing on a Yacht
I and Amara stood on the deck of the yacht, the wind tousling our hair as the boat gently cut through the waves.
The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the ocean.
I leaned against the railing, trying to ignore the queasiness that had settled in my stomach.
"Are you okay?" Amara asked, concern lacing her voice as she noticed the pallor on my face.
I forced a smile, though it felt weak. "Yeah, just- not a fan of boats, I guess."
Amara giggled, a light, carefree sound that made my heart skip a beat.
"Well, you're missing out! This is amazing"
I tried to focus on her, on the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was wearing a bikini, her figure accentuated by the sun, and for a moment, my nausea was forgotten.
She was stunning, more beautiful than I had ever seen her, and I found myself staring, unable to look away.
"Like what you see?" she teased, noticing his gaze.
I smirked, my usual bravado slipping back into place.
"You know! do," I replied, his voice low and playful.
But even as I flirted, a sharp pain shot through my chest, reminding me of my limits. I wanted a little more time -God. Not a long life but to explore these feelings that have surfaced recently. But I knew , I couldn't.
Time was slipping through my fingers.
Amara moved closer, her smile softening.
"You don't have to pretend, you know," she said quietly. "It's okay if you're not feeling well."
I sighed, my shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry, Amara. I wanted this to be special, but-"
"Hey," she interrupted, placing a hand on my arm "It is special. Just being here with you is enough for me."
I looked at her, really looked at her, and my heart ached.
"You're too good and kind" I muttered, more to myself than to her."I'm dragging you in my mess."
Amara shook her head, her expression firm. "No, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
I didn't respond, the words caught in my throat. Instead, I pulled her close, holding her as the yacht sailed on, my heart heavy with the weight of what I couldn't say. The pain in my chest intensified, a cruel reminder that my time was running out.
