||*AZTEC*||
"Aztec." I paused, turning to the entrance of my room.
"Dad, I thought you were in the office." I walked back to my closet, picking up the pair of trousers I had folded and walked back to the small bag on the bed.
"Yes I was, your mother called." My dad settled on the bed, while I went about arranging the trousers and some underwear inside the bag.
"Is everything alright?" I wasn't sure what was wrong, but he's in my room. That means it has to do with me. It's been two days since I woke up to the news of my slow incoming death.
I am not exactly thrilled with knowing that I would drop dead a few months or weeks from now, but there's nothing I can do about it either. If the person I was mated to had even shown just a slight interest in me, aside from succumbing to the ma
