“I have two weeks to live,” Sehun says, and it surprises Luhan that he can say it without the slightest bit of fear or negative emotion in his tone.  “In those two weeks, Luhan-ssi,” he continues, “I promise I will show you just what cancer has shown me.”  His voice is strong and sure, although his smile is gentle and inviting, and Luhan feels his rules about not getting attached suddenly crumbling around him.

He hesitantly asks, “Why waste your last two weeks showing me what cancer has shown you?”  And he feels his stomach flip when Sehun meets his gaze and replies, in the surest of voices, “Because you’re going to be watching me die for the next two weeks, and I want you to see that it’s okay to be scared, even if there’s no real reason to be."

The air around him is thick, the wind outside blowing in a completely different direction, the world itself rotating off its axis.  Luhan feels himself beginning to spiral to the point of no return.