You are Aviana Beaufoy.
And you are dying.
A plague grows inside you: roses blooming in your lungs, their thorns tearing at your flesh, stealing your breath with every blue petal. Your fate has been sealed.
There is nothing you can do but hope for a little more time.
Just for today.
She deserves to know.
She deserves the truth—that you are failing her, that the promise you swore, to stay by her side forever, is slipping from your grasp.
All that remains is to tell her.
You must tell her.
