Chapter 34: The Body Doesn't Lie, Even When the Heart Tries To
The exam room was too white.
Sterile.
Like the world had already started erasing her.
Yumi sat on the paper-covered table, legs dangling, eyes fixed on the linoleum floor.She already knew.
The doctor just confirmed it.
Autoimmune. Late. Aggressive.
He used softer words.Words like "treatment paths" and "monitoring progression."
But the subtext was a funeral in slow motion.
She walked home alone.
Didn't cry.
Didn't call Akiro.
She needed a few more hours of pretending this wasn't happening.
A few more hours of stolen glances, unfinished kisses, and his voice saying her name like it mattered.
She stopped by the bridge on the way home.
The place they used to sit.
The soda can was still there.
Rusty now.
Everything stays behind except the people who matter most.
Elsewhere, Akiro sat in his room, pen in hand.He hadn't written anything real in years.
But now?
He couldn't stop.
**"You looked like spring when you first wore my hoodie.
Like you didn't belong in a place full of rust and cold boys.
I don't know how to be what you need.
But if I lose you again…
I think I'll finally know what death feels like."**
That night, Yumi opened a new page in her sketchbook.
Drew him.
Again.
But this time…
She drew him smiling, holding a sketchbook, alone.
And for the first time since she was a child,she prayed.
Not for more time.
Just for enough silence to say goodbye without shaking.