Till The End Of My Days

Time

A week has passed since we had been given the true killer behind all of this and up until now nothing was truly that bad. Up until this exact moment where the toilet is filled with my vomit and I can't stop myself, there is nothing left but I keep gagging beginning to pull what felt like every muscle in my body. I am sweating and my hair falls in front of my eyes. Ezra had only left for a few seconds and as soon as he heard me he rushed in and wipes my head. I take the painkillers and the sickness wears off as I lay still sweating, sticking on to the couch. My mouth moves yet no words come out, my jaw is literally producing nothing but air.
"Ezra." I stammer and he almost runs over to me, kneeling beside as I just turn to look at him through tear filled eyes.
"It's begun."

It's the nighttime and even though we do not sleep, Ezra still insists on going to bed just incase it helps. It never does, I think it's a psychological thing for him. It helps him feel like we have more time together.
"Ezra?" I ask, I am sitting up and he lies down. He won't sleep but maybe he thinks that by closing his eyes the world will go away.
"Yes?" He looks at me. His eyes are different now. When I first looked into them I felt a spark, it was true love and I had never believed in something like that until now. I looked into his eyes and I felt safe, now I look into his eyes and all I can see is how I am breaking him day by day and however much I want to distance myself from him I can't. I need him and as long as he will stay I won't argue.
"Everything of mine I want you to have." He sighs and shakes his head, I knew he wouldn't want it but I feel like I need to make these decisions. I need to make things like this now because soon enough it will be too late and I don't want everything being put on Ezra's shoulders.
"I don't want all your things, Aria. I couldn't-"
"Well get rid of them all then. Burn it, throw it away. Take what you want and let the rest turn to dust, throw it in a river and watch it float away. Whatever is mine is yours so what difference does it make?" I don't know why I became so angry when saying this, I didn't mean to be but I believe I just didn't want to be forgotten. How selfish. My mind wants people to grieve while I am gone because I am so scared that I will just turn to dust and nobody will ever remember of my existence.
We don't speak, no more words leave our mouths and Ezra closes his eyes once more. The silence is killing me.