"You have only two months left."

I am wearing a gown while looking at those beautiful butterflies: red, yellow and orange, flying outside the big window. The sky is clear, no clouds to cover the light, and for the first time I realized that just staring at it made me feel happy. Brown leafs of the autumn trees are falling down, little kids are buying cotton candy and they are so cute, and there are people who are walking at the street with their brows meeting at the center of their face but with a simple smile from a stranger, they finally learned how to lift the corner of their lips. I never noticed all of these before.

"The sky is so pretty," I sighed with a sad smile.

"It is really pretty," a voice of a man agreed on me. I slowly checked the owner of it who is standing beside me, wearing the same gown- a hospital gown. "I never thought that the world we are living are really beautiful," he shared before a smile escape from his heart-shape lips. His eyes are rounded yet a little sleepy, his nose is pointed and what persuades me to think that he is my ideal type is because of his height.

But it is not time to have a crush.

I looked outside the window again, hands are on my back like an old lady. "I just realized that the world is pretty because I have only two months left. The doctor told me that I'm gonna die soon."

"Aren't you lucky?"

I laughed. "Are you kidding me? What's lucky about dying?"

"You have two months left. My doctor told me that I have only a month. I think you are lucky to spend one more month in this Earth."

We met each other gazes again. So this man... is going to die sooner than me?

"How did your family reacts about this?" I asked.

"I don't have a family. I live by myself, and I think that I will die by myself. How about you?"

"I am an orphan. I live by myself too."

"Awww. Too bad. So we are dying by ourselves?" he laughed.

For some reason, I found his statement very funny. "Ahuh. I will die without any experience in dating too."

"Ehhh? Same."

My eyes widened on him. "Impossible. You are handsome. How come you didn't experience dating before?"

"Cause I thought I have more time in my hands. So I focused in my work. Too bad I can't bring my money to my grave. And you? You are cute too."

H-He said I-Im cute. Well. Uhmmm. That made me blushed a bit.

"I didn't have a chance to fall in l-love." Why am I stuttering?!

"Then... I have a good plan for both of us."

"What is it?"

"Do you want to do everything you haven't try before you die?"

"Of course."

"Then, date me."

"Huh?"

"Let's date. And do everything we want for one month. Deal?"

Both of us doesn't have a long time. It feels like there is a ticking bomb beside us, that anytime and anywhere it might explode. The happiness we have right now can vanished tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. So I made a decision...

"My name is (y/n). And you are?"

"Jun. Wen Junhui."

"Okay. Let's have a happy dates for a month. I am glad to meet you and die with you, my first boyfriend, Wen Junhui."

And then we shake hands.

Now, we already started our days as couple.

We have so many things to do on our bucket lists:

1. Bungee jumping
2. Watching fireworks
3. Wear highschool uniforms and tried to act like students again
4. Dance like crazy in a club
5. Ring doorbell at a village then run!
6. Learn how to paint
7. Go to amusement park
8. Travel to at least 4 countries
9. Eat watermelon under the starry night sky, on the seashore.

We did all of those for 3 weeks.

In those weeks, I got to know Junhui much better. And as I get to know more about him, I think it such a waste that a sweet, kind, gentle, funny and faithful guy like him is going to die in a young age.

Also, those happy days I spent with him are like doors who welcomed me towards a new places, a new feelings - It is a little thing they probably called... LOVE.

"1 2 3 boom!"

"Ahhh! Hey Wen Junhui! You are being so childish again!" I protested after he spit out a watermelon's seed towards my face.

"Hahahah! It went right straight on your cheek. You look like you have a big mole. Pfffft!"

"Stop it," I giggled.

"Okay okay I'll stop."

And then there was a silence. We ate our watermelon peacefully.

"Pooooo!" HE SPIT OUT A SEED AGAIN!

"WEN JUNHUI!!!" I sat up and glared at him.

"Now you have two moles on your face! Wahahahahahhaha!" He rolled down and hug his stomach while laughing so hard.

"I really hate you. Grrr!" I cleaned my face while groaning. He is such a kid!

His laugh stopped and I found it weird. So I checked on him, only to witness how he winced in pain without sounds, how he tried to hide those tears from me, how he bit his lips and how he fights his sickness.

I clenched my fists, pretending that everything is okay. That I didn't see him in this state.

"(y/n)," he called me in low voice.

"Hmmm?" I responded with my dry and aching throat.

"What's next for our bucket lists?"

"Well, the next thing we must do is to ride on a couple bike."

"Can we change it into something else?"

"Anything you want will do."

He sat up, faked a smile and stared at me. "Let's try wearing those clothes."

"What clothes?"

"I want to wear white tuxedo. And I want to see you wearing a bride gown."

I see. He wants us to wear something we won't never experience in the future.

The next morning, we went to a wedding shop, acting as if we are about to get married and we are going to try their clothes. It was really funny.

"Hey (y/n)! Aren't you done yet?!" he shouted outside the curtain.

Shyly, I opened the curtain and saw him wearing a white tuxedo. Damn he is so beautiful. "You look good in white tuxedo. And your cheeks are blushing so much Junhui. Pfft, are you that shy?"

"No. I am not blushing because of that. I think I am like this because you are so pretty in that gown."

My heart skipped a beat. Probably not because it is my time to die. But because of his compliments that made me fall even more.

We looked at the mirror. We smiled. And we held hands.

"Imagine," he said. "We are standing in the aisle. And then the man in front of us, asked you: (y/n), will you take Junhui as your husband?" He looked at me. "What will your answer?"

The answer is clear. But I couldn't say it. "I don't know. How about you? If the man asked you: Junhui, will you take (y/n) as your wife? And your answer is...?"

"I do."

The days we spent together are so special. I will never forget that day Junhui asked me to be his girlfriend, I found it funny and interesting. But I never thought that we will come at this point.

When he said, "I do," my knees weakened. All of my strength left me and there are nothing but tears in my eyes flowing down on my cheeks. "Then... we need to kiss. Right? " I said and he nodded.

I felt his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer and letting me observe his pretty face. My heart is beating so loud that I am afraid he'll notice it against his chest. With his warm palm, he held my wet cheek, and before  he leaned closer, he whispered the words, "I love you. Thank you." And we kissed.

The kiss is very slow. I can feel his lips nibbling over my lower lip, up to my seam, asking access with his tongue. There is electricity flowing over my body, like in a snap I could die happily. For the first time, I made a wish to live. I wished that forever does exist. I really wished to have him beside me until our skins wrinkled over our soft bed. But when he pulled back, I came to the reality that nothing is permanent.

"W-Why Junhui?" I asked.

He smiled with his pale lips, tears fell down. And then... he collapsed.

If only I know, that our kiss is the last moment we have together, I probably said my confession without holding back. I love you Junhui. I do. That one month we spent together are the best days of my life.

You don't need to feel guilty for leaving me behind.

Because after another month, I'll die too, I'll die happily. And I already accepted my coming death.

"(y/n), I told you that you have only two months left," my doctor said. I knew it. He is preparing me.

"Yes. And my due date is almost near." I smiled.

"Now don't be shock dear. I think this is a miracle but... you are finally healed (y/n). You are healed. You have a long time in your hands. Aren't this a good news? Aren't you happy?!"

Actually...

No.

The end...