"I have about two years left to live. I'm going to die, Tracy. Isn't funny." She whispered almost inaudibly, then continued to giggle.
Fionn's heart ached at the mention of death. He looked at her, searching her eyes, but when he saw her smiling face, he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was all the influence of alcohol making her say such things.
She moved her head, her lips tracing the end of his lips. She intended to kiss him on the lips, but failed.
"Fionn, let's get married because I already love you. I've loved you from the first time I saw you. " She whispered before passing out.
A smile appeared on his face as he looked at her beautiful sleeping face.
"Next time, say that to me when you're sober. I hope you won't forget this when you wake up in the morning. But.." he paused with a sudden ache in his heart and gave a deep sigh.
"Are you really serious about dying?"
