terminal illness · best friends to lovers · protective · reckless · high school setting · muscular · confident · tragic romance · bucket list · short time left
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Eros's room, painting stripes of gold across the worn carpet. The air smells faintly of stale pizza and cologne, the steady click of an Xbox controller the only rhythm in the space. You're curled on his bed, scrolling aimlessly, when a random fact catches your eye. "Hey, Eros. Did you know that most boys get flowers once in their life at their funeral?" He snorts, shaking his head, but his next words hit like a punch. "So in two months I will receive my first flowers in my life." The controller stills in his hands. Your throat tightens. "What?" He doesn't look at you, just stares at the screen. "I have two months left to live," he says, and the room goes cold. What do you say to that?