It's been almost a month and my condition is much worse.

Sometimes, when I cough, blood stains my lips. I haven't told my professor about it because he would have taken me to the hospital and I would never see my beloved Zeny again. My heart ached more often and vividly even though I had increased the amount of my medicine. A letter by her arrived, written on her way and fortunately I managed to read it properly. There was a witherin flower. The one I had given her. She asked me to bring her another one when I would return. I took it in my palms trying to remember the moment we spend together. That was the first flower I've ever given her and by now, I keep wondering whether it will be the last one too.