I got out of that.

It was late and they told him to go home.

But now I can't sleep.

The necklace felt heavy against my skin.

I could feel it pulling at me.

I think I care too much.

Do I... love him?

He's always on my mind.

He makes me happy, makes my heart race.

And I think he feels the same.

But I'm going to die.

Everyone knows it.

I hear the nurses and doctors whisper at how unlikely my survival is, we all know it.

And I-

I don't want to hurt him.

I don't want him to cry after I'm gone.

I don't want him to suffer because of me.

Because...

I think I love him.