Summary
“Six months at most.”
With one sentence, my ordinary life fell apart — a sudden terminal diagnosis I never expected.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, my best friend of more than ten years confessed:
“I’ve loved you… for over a decade.”
Now I have half a year left — six fleeting months that feel both too short and painfully long.
How do you cherish a love you only just discovered?
How do you hold on to a future that’s slipping away before it begins?
In these borrowed days, it’s just the two of us — searching for meaning, laughter, and love in every passing moment.
If our time together is limited…
Can love still be enough?