Five days left.

Hobi has been coming everyday.

He seems nervous.

Scared.

But he does his best to not show it.

But I know.

Because I feel the same things.

I couldn't stop thinking about what the doctor had said.

What would happen if I die?

Hobi and I are...

What are we?

"Did you do well on the test?"

"Yeah. I couldn't remember all the English words but most of it made sense."

He smiled.

I smiled.

It was contagious.

"I'm really glad I could help. You've helped me so much, so I wanted to repay you somehow."

I felt my heart droop a little.

Am I important?

"Hobi... what- what are we?"

"What?"

"Are we... just friends?"

He looked taken aback.

He didn't answer at first.

"We don't, we don't have to be."