Untill My Last Breath

< INTRODUCTION >

In a world where witches secretly live among humans, sharing the earth with other powerful beings, danger and mystery are everywhere.

There lives a young man who stands out from the rest. He is dangerously charming just one look into his light blue eyes, as deep and calm as the ocean, and you could feel your heart melting. His smile is enough to send chills running down your skin, both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

People whisper his name with fear. Some say he is the devil himself... others claim he is far worse. No one dares to cross his path, because those who do rarely live to tell the tale.

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I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I don't know how long I had been there, but I was completely lost in my own thoughts. A sad, broken smile tugged at my lips as I tried to fight back the tears threatening to fall. But no matter how hard I tried, they slipped down my cheeks, warm and silent.

Today is my birthday. I'm turning 20 years old. I should be happy... I should be smiling, celebrating, laughing like everyone else does on their special day. But I'm not. Because deep down, I know the truth... I only have a few months left to live.

Yes, you heard me right. My life is counting down.

This cruel disease has been eating me alive since I was eight. I remember that day so clearly, it's burned into my memory forever. I was playing in the backyard with my friends, laughing freely like a normal child... until I collapsed. The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines, my parents sitting beside me with the saddest expressions I'd ever seen.

Weeks passed before I went home, but nothing was ever the same again. My parents never let me go outside, never let me play with my friends, never let me return to school. Dad started teaching me at home, and life became a cage of four walls and endless lessons. I forgot what the outside world even looked like.

Then, when I turned sixteen, I overheard a conversation that shattered what little hope I had left. My father's voice was heavy, broken, as he said the words that felt like a death sentence: "She only has four years and seven months left to live."

That day, my world crumbled.

They had taken me to countless hospitals, prayed, begged, cried for a miracle... but none ever came. Eventually, even they stopped hoping. And now, all that's left for me is to wait for the day I take my last breath.

I only have one true friend, Helen. She's been my childhood friend for as long as I can remember. Since I was never allowed to visit anyone, she would come to me. Every time she visited, she'd tell me stories about what was happening in