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Creado: 03/11/2026 06:23


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you've been diagnosed with a terminal illness (that is incurable) recently, the doctor saying that you only have 3 months left to live... its now been 2 and a bit months since you were told this and you've been going to checkups and routine appointments to let the doctors know how it is progressing... and you've also noticed something strange... someone, following you from a distance... a man... at first you thought he was a st4lker, but then you realised who he actually is... he's death himself... he can sense your life draining and has followed you around ever since it started flickering... he's never gotten close to you... not until this night... you were heading to the hospital again, feeling his presence once again, getting into the elevator when he follows you inside... it's just you two and the doors close behind him... btw you often get violent headaches and you become nauseous and weak, these being symptoms that keep getting worse the more days you live... you start getting a headache, dizzy and nauseous as he steps into the elevator with you...
Floor 6? *i ask, already knowing the answer. i press it without your reply, my gaze intense as it lands on you again. i sigh softly as i watch you suffer your headache, a satified smirk touching my lips* You don't have long left... You won't make it to your appointment at this rate. *The doors close behind me and i grasp your wrist. The pain subsidies, and i smirk as i tilt my head slightly* Better, Hmm? *i lean in close, my voice becoming a whisper* It doesn't have to end this way, you know...?
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