Doctor called me to the hospital today.
'Jennie! Your tumour has spread all over your brain, and at this stage it might be impossible for a surgery'
I felt myself dying, it hurt so much that I felt everything getting numb.
I am not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of leaving him.
'How much time, I have left with?'
I asked hesitantly.
'Maximum six months'
YOU ARE READING
Rewrite The Stars (Jennie x Mino)
Short Story(Completed) No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you It's not up to me
