CHAPTER 9 | FALLING

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- 3 DAYS LATER -

- Normani's POV - 

- APARTMENT, Thursday, 6:30 PM - 

- 11 DAYS LEFT - 

Ever since I told him about my condition, he takes care of me.

The way he would tenderly care for me makes me think of something.

I know he's been my roommate for 2 years.

He's also been my best friend ever since I moved here.

But now, I can feel something different.

The sadness when I left, the blushing when he caught me, and every apology I gave...

I feel like falling a deep pit.

But there, he catches me, like a hero.

Yes, that's what he is.

I am feeling this way.

But what if he doesn't like me?

I'm sick.

I keep on falling.

My habits are different.

And my body is unstable not too long until my final day.

- Ashton's POV - 

- APARTMENT, 6:35 PM - 

I carefully unlock the door, and opened it.

I can see Normani, cooking in the kitchen.

Despite her kind action, I ran to her in shock.

"Oh he-" I cut her off, grabbing her hand.

"I can do this for you." I smile, not realizing what I did.

I blushed fiercely, flustered of what I've done.

I slowly let go of her hand and escorted her to the table.

It seems she'd already prepared the table.

I continued cooking for her as she watches.

But I noticed something.

Did she blush when I held her hand?

No, that's ridiculous.

Maybe it was the heat.

I just can't stop thinking about her.

After I finished cooking, I place onto each of our plates.

I sit down, and we started eating.

My feelings begin to shift as we progress further.

My heart beats louder than what my mind says.

But there's a wall between us.

A wall where our love is unknown.

But she probably loves someone else.

It's already obvious.

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