ON HITAUS⚠️!
The last thing her ear heard was a loud but painfully silence beep, as her body died in the hospital bed.
Why...does this happen?
How-why was she still alive?
Her eyes were still shut-afraid to open,
she would think she was in the after...
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{POV‐ Illiana}
My past name...was Anillia. Anillia Lisle. I was from a well-off family in my past life, and my step mother and father loved me immensely.
Though my mother had died from causes I was too young to remember, my father had remarried. My step mother was, luckily for me, an amazing person, and raised me as her own.
Everything was perfect for silly little me.
...A little too perfect.
...My body was falling weak, a curse stuck with me that no doctors could figure out. My life fell apart into nothing but shreds of broken glass.
I had to stay in the hospital, I was practically raised there. My parents just wouldn't give up, they just wouldn't let me die.
I hated it; I hated those eyes of pity I got.
I hated it when my parents wasted their money on useless burdening me, I hated that they were tied down because of me.
I hated it when I made friends in the hospital, I hated it when they got discharged and forgot about me.
'Anillia!' I turned my head to the voice, except him...he had stayed.
...why is he here again? Will he leave soon? Like everyone? I...hope not.
'Sora...' My voice was raspy and my throat was dry, though I still called out his name.
'Anillia, I came to visit you! When will you be discharged so we can go outside together? Also, how are you doing?' He asked gently with a meek smile...He knows I'm dying; he knows that I don't have enough time...why does he ask?
'I'm okay, Sora. How are you?' I asked with a small smile which he returned wholeheartedly. We both are lying to each other, as well as ourselves.
'I'm good, thanks for asking! I brought you some food to eat, don't worry, I asked the doctor if you can have it!' He said with a toothy smile, extending his hands to my disturbingly thin ones.
I take my hands back hesitantly. He shouldn't touch me, I'm sickening, my skin is so thin that I can see my bones.
I could see him frown slightly, before retreating his hands, 'You look beautiful, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, 'Illia!' He exclaimed words I simply couldn't believe, though a small red appeared on my pale cheeks.
