Chapter 122

"I must admit that work has been hectic in the past couple of days. I have not had enough rest and trust me, if it were up to me, I'd sleep forever," Henry said.

He was sitting together with Tracy on her rooftop as they had a little conversation.

"Are you trying to die or something? Because it's only the dead who sleep forever," Tracy said.

"Not at all. Knowing you is enough reason for one to fight for life and keep going no matter what," he responded.

"Good. Because that scared me," Tracy said softly.

"It did? So you care that much about me?" He asked.

"Of course I do. Who is going to make me feel special and book a whole restaurant for my sake when you go? So you see? No matter how twisted it may sound, you don't have the right to die. At least not in the next eight years," Tracy said.

"Eighty years? But that's far away. I'm thirty-two years old now, so the next eighty years makes it one hundred and two years, that is if I'm alive to see that day," Henry said.

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