Chapter 2

Jude sat in the living room by himself for a really long time. He only wheeled himself to the study and knocked on the door when night fell.

Summer quickly ended the call and came out.

“Jude, I remembered the wrong date for your birthday. Soon, it’ll be our third-year anniversary. Let’s celebrate your birthday with that, alright? I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

Jude glanced at her and said softly, “Let’s head north then, I want to see the first snow.”

Upon hearing that, a hint of surprise flashed in Summer’s eyes.

“First snow? We’ll have snow here in a month’s time. Let’s celebrate at home instead. It’s hard for you to travel, so let’s not go that far, alright?”

Jude shook his head and rejected her suggestion, which was out of character for him.

He only had fifteen days left to live. One month was too far away for him.

When he remained stubborn, Summer no longer said anything else. Instead, she booked flight tickets to spend Christmas in the north.

Jude knew that she would give in to his request.

It was purely because he had read it in her journal that she would feel immensely guilty every time she came home after a date with Finn. Hence, she would do anything to make it up to him.

He took out his phone and tapped on the alarm app. Then, he set a countdown and named it: Death Countdown.

After Summer bought the tickets, she walked over with a gentle expression on her face. She sounded indulgent as she said, “I’ve already bought the flight tickets for our Christmas trip.”

Jude watched as her field of vision swept over his hands and looked away. Then, he nodded softly.

Seeing that he was in agreement, she felt relieved and went into the shower.

Jude smiled as he watched her walk away.

In the past, no matter what he did, she would come closer and keep asking about it to attract his attention.

Times had changed. There was a huge death countdown displayed on his phone, yet she had not noticed it despite sweeping her gaze across his phone.

It was obvious that she no longer liked him.

She must be sick of him, but how could he blame her for that?

He just had to hold on for another fifteen days.

Then, all his suffering would end.