Till The End Of My Days

Setting The Date

It's only 3 days later when things turn for the worst, I hadn't spoke much today because I was scared of what would happen when I do express my feelings. What will Ezra say? We're walking through a park right now, every time I go to a different place I am scared it is the last time I will see it. I'm scared because what I feel is true. This is the last time I'll see children playing, I will never get my own children nor a family. I will die not even being able to have gotten my first job or first home. I will never get married nor go to places abroad with the one person in this world who I cherish more than life itself. My heart aches. Both physically and metaphorically. I don't want to leave this town or the people that come alongside it. Seeing life go by right now shows me how much I will miss out on and it's now that I want it back. I don't want to go, why do I have to? I know people have declared upon stating that life isn't fair but this is beyond extremes.
It's a few minutes later and I begin to stumble and I know at this second is where I need to tell him. Before it's too late. Before I collapse up onto the floor and the morgue worker tells him what was wrong with me.
Ezra sits me down placing his hand on top of mine. His hands are cold yet mine are boiling, sweating even.
"Ezra, I'm losing my sight. It's weakening. Sometimes when I open my eyes there is nothing but darkness from one of them, the other is well but...I can't see properly." There is a small silence before the man takes a deep breath. He looks to his feet then to my face. My pale washed out face that he probably doesn't even recognise anymore.
"I think we should go." Is all Ezra says. He can't say anything else, I won't let him pity me nor do something ridiculous.
As we get home I take a seat and look at Ezra, he begins to pace round his apartment and I say the worst thing that I possibly could.
"I think it's time for me to go." Ezra stops in his tracks, he races towards me and kneels beside the chair I am sat upon.
"I need more time, please give me more time."
He's begging, he's begging on his knees asking for more time with me. For my hours, minutes even seconds and I cannot decline.
"What day is it now?"
"It's Monday." He says straight away his fingers intertwining with mine. I kiss his head and nod before sitting back up.
"Friday then. Friday night."

And this is how it happened, Ezra informed both my parents and friends. My family rushed over immediately and I asked for them to come on Wednesday, them and my friends. I would say goodbye to them then. For now I finally felt I could sleep.