"This summer is always going to be memorable for me." She said with hopeful eyes. I hate it sometimes. I hate how she is always looking forward to tomorrow as if tomorrow is going to be different, as if I am not dying tomorrow. "Why?" I asked her. "Because we are together everyday." She showed me a grin and my heart ached more. She is my only friend and I hate that I can't do anything for her. I can't do anything for anyone. At the end of the day, it's going to be me who will leave her side first. It's going to be me who will leave everyone who ever loved me.