8

"You only have two days left to live." The cold electronic voice sounded again, and I slowly woke up from the bed, but found that I was too weak to get up.

Every moment, the pain was like a sharp knife piercing my bones, as if someone was drilling holes in my bones and cutting my flesh with a cold blade. Cut after cut, the endless pain made me burst into tears and wet my pillow.

Is it the heartache that is worse, or the physical pain that is unbearable? Perhaps, there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart. I even feel that it is a hundred times easier to leave than to live.