_ The Beach _
I find Seven lying in bed, drinking some herbal tea.
Just seeing him, still breathing overwhelms me with relief. I was scared I might not find him seated like that. I was scared I'd find him lying on the bed, lifeless.
I'm so scared of the day I won't find him like this, eyes on his laptop.
He's probably engrossed in writing right now. That's all he does these days. Writing and writing and writing... I'm the one who does most of the cooking these days even though he jokes about how terrible of a cook I am. I even do his laundry and clean up his house since we're always chilling here. It's like I moved in here with him. I sleep here. I cook here. I eat here. I spend most of my time here. With Seven.
Because...
Because I don't know when it's going to be the last day...
