"I think we should get ready to leave" Violetta suggested.
"Yeah, it is getting late" Taylor agreed.
"And tomorrow, we will be back home" Violetta added.
"Yeah" Taylor said.
He wondered if he could make it through another week without seeing her. If this would become the last week, he would rather die than to let her disappear again. He wanted to stay with her until the end, and he couldn't imagine being without her. But what if something went wrong? What if there was a relapse? Or what if she got sick, or worse - died? He didn't want to live without her anymore.
The next day, Taylor woke up with a start, and he immediately felt worried. His heart started beating rapidly as he sat up in the bed. His mind raced with thoughts of what might happen if she was sick again. He couldn't help
