"Your condition is progressing rapidly." The doctor's voice sounded distant. "……At this stage, treatment is difficult." I couldn't understand what was being said. I didn't want to understand. But the doctor, unfazed, continued his explanation calmly. And then. "We believe your remaining time is───about three months." At that moment. Everything went dark before my eyes. It felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet. '……What?'

Three months. That was all. Graduation. Getting a job. The marriage I promised him. None of it was there anymore. I don't remember what I did after leaving the examination room. Before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair in the waiting room.

Just then. My phone buzzed in my pocket. On the screen was his name. And a short message. "How did it go at the hospital?" The moment I saw those words. The tension I'd been holding shattered with a sound. A single tear. Fell onto the screen. I have to reply. He must be worried. I'll say, 'It was fine.' I just have to smile and reply like I always do.

But. My fingers wouldn't move. No matter how many times I looked at the screen, I couldn't type a single word. In the end, without replying. you left the general hospital. The automatic doors opened. Dazzling light flooded my eyes. The same sky as always. The same streets as always. As if the world knew nothing. As if nothing had happened, it kept moving.