The brain tumor is pressing on my nerves, and in the future, I'll gradually lose my sight and my memory will fade, inching closer to death. Because of the tumor's location, no one can perform surgery. All I can do is quietly wait for death...
Meanwhile, Keveon's future is bright. Will I gradually forget him? Suddenly, a longing to hear his voice overwhelmed me, and I found myself dialing his number.
Ever since he became deaf and mute, we've been practically inseparable, so calling each other became a distress signal, a lifeline for when we faced the insurmountable.
But now, I couldn't be bothered by anything else; I just needed to hear his voice...
The phone rang twice before it was picked up. The other end was a cacophony of noise, and a girl's voice answered, "Hey, sis-in-law, Kev ca
