Great. My life has suddenly become a young-adult novel.

“May I collect you, Rini?—” he said, softly pulling our lips apart. “As mine?”

“I was sinking deeper in and losing my grasp at the surface. I was drowning. Dro…”

“A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.”

“Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even …”