The doctor said that I have a strange disease. My skin will slowly turn white, as white as milk, as white as impurity-free texture. My body temperature will slowly drop. Starting from my fingertips, I will become cold, just like the replica of the Venus de Milo statue in the museum. There will no longer be any temperature, and then there will be no more heartbeat.
So, I'm dying.
(Short article, a bit cruel, purely fictional)
Concept: love, illness (fiction), life, separation and death