Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
The night before the surgery, I went to visit Mia as usual.
She seemed better than she had in days. She could even sit up and talk to me.
“Vivian.” She held my hand, her eyes red. “I’m scared.”
“Of what”
“That the surgery will fail,” she whispered. “And… that you’ll change your mind.”
I squeezed her hand. “I won’t.”
She looked at me, hesitating. In the end, she only sighed softly.
“Vivian, can you promise me something”
“What”
“No matter what happens… stay alive.”
I froze for a second.
It wasn’t the first time Mia had said that.
But this time, I heard something different in her voice.
“Do you know something” I asked.
She shook her head, her pale face fragile under the dim yellow hospital light.
“I just… have a bad feeling.”
I didn’t
