A week before heaven

“I’m going to die.”

“What?”

It was weird. It was unreal. It was nonsense. “You’re not gonna die!”

“Yes, I am…I have a week…Then I won’t exist anymore.”

“You should stop talking.”

“No…I shouldn’t…We should break up.”

“Why?”

“I told you…I’m going to…”

“Stop! We won’t break up! If you leave me, I’m going to die!”

“But…”

“We will live this week heavenly. So that when you go to the heaven, you’ll miss me even there…”