Chapter 48: Normal Ending

                                    

                                          
A/n: Thank you for waiting~❤️
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⚠️May be triggering to some! Includes: Vomiting and blood!⚠️
                          
Italics = Spanish
Bold = English
"Sorry."
                          
The moment you heard the apology, you hid your face in your hands. The doctor in front of you held a sad face.
                          
"You have at least two months to live."
                          
You sighed, nodding. "Thank you for telling me, doctor."
                          
The doctor left, leaving only you and your grandfather. Your grandfather got onto his knees and hugged you, silently crying tears.
                          
"I'm sorry, if only you lived happily, you would have died happy. Because of me, you're going to die for overusing your quirk! Please forgive me, (Y/n)!"
                          
"Baba, it's fine. I still have two months." You patted his back with a smile. "I'll live my last moments to the fullest."
                          
"That's not the point!" He grabbed your shoulders, tears streaming down his face. "You're going to die and you're not coming back! You're going to die with bad experiences and an unhappy ending!"
                          
"Baba." You gently patted his head. "Calm down. Just because I had bad experiences doesn't mean I'll die unhappy. I've got some many people surrounding me, I know I'll die happy. You're there too, Baba."
                          
"I hate your reasoning." He wiped his tears with his sleeve. "If you need to go anywhere, just tell me."
                          
"Stop being dramatic, Baba. I won't die until two months. Let's make the most of it!"
                          
"Fuck you and your reasoning. Don't touch me!" Your grandfather brushed your hands away.
                          
"Haha, sorry-" you coughed into your napkin, looking down at it. "Ah, it's a bit of blood."
                          
Your grandfather glanced over to see a small spot of blood. "Ah, you're dying already."
                          
"Shut up!" You smacked him on the back of the head.
                          
"You dare disrespect me?!" He grabbed his slipper.
                          
"Shut it old man-!" You coughed heavily into your napkin.
                          
Your grandfather put his slipper back on, watching you gag.
                          
"You're right, I'm dying." You accepted that truth and sighed. "Before I wanted to, I even wished it. I should've been more careful about what I wished for."
                          
"You're stupid." Your grandfather got the handles of your wheelchair. "Don't forget I love you."
                          
"I hate you."
                          
"I take that back, I hate you with all my old bones."
                          
You laughed before gently coughing. "I just hope they won't question it."
                          
"Just hope they won't get mad at you after you die." Your grandfather retorted. "You won't tell them, after all."
                          
"I'll make a recording for each of them. Maybe it'll make them feel better or make them feel worse. I don't want them to forget how I look or sound like."
                          
"Will I get one too? You better make one for me."
                          
"I'll think about it." You teased before gently coughing again.
                          
"Fuck you. As much as I want to cage you in, I'll let you live with your classmates in your last moments."
                          
"I appreciate it, Baba." You patted his hand.
                          
"Stop acting old you dumbass."
                          
You laughed before floating inside the limo. "Do you think I'll get weaker with my power?"