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Jake asked me to take him out as he was bored laying all day.

"Dina."

I hummed while pushing the wheelchair.

"I don't think I will get better." Jake said making me stop pushing.

"What makes you think like that?" I stopped the wheelchair and crunch down in front of him.

He look at me with sad eyes as he locked his eyes with mine.

"I heard."

"I heard what you said that day."

Immediately my body froze.

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Jake I didn't mean—"

"I too, slowly losing hope in life."

"I'm sorry for not being a good boyfriend to you, sorry for being weak, sorry for not being like other men, sorry for jumping into your life being nothing but a burden, I'm sorry for everything."

"Jake, listen—" I tried to speak up but only to get cut off by him.

"Do you think I will get better?"

"I-i—"

He smiles sadly.

"It's okay if you lose hope in me, I understand, the doctor even said there are just a few chances of me getting better."

"But.. can you promise me?"

"P-Promise you what?"

"Promise me you will take care of yourself when I'm gone."

Quickly I hold his hand and aggressively shake my head.

"No, no please don't say that. You will get better, and we will start a new life once you get better." my eyes get blurred as tears keep coming down.

"Please don't give me hope, it only hurts me when the reality hits me."

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