Luca's POVMy phone buzzed in my pocket, a call from my mother. I glanced at the screen but declined it. I couldn’t deal with her panic right now.Suddenly, my father stirred, his weak voice breaking the silence. “Luca… are you alright?”I stared at him, anger bubbling up again. “Am I alright?” I repeated, my voice low and sharp. “That’s what you’re asking me? You’ve been hiding this from us. From me. How long have you known? How long have you been coughing your lungs out, pretending nothing was wrong?”To my shock, he laughed, a dry, wheezing sound that only made me angrier. “Luca,” he said, his voice raspy, “I’m old. I’ve lived long enough. What’s the point in clinging to life when it’s already slipping away?”“Stop talking like that,” I snapped, stepping closer to the bed. “You don’t get to talk about death like it’s some casual thing. You don’t get to leave us like this, leave me like this.”His tired eyes softened, and he gestured for me to sit beside him. Reluctantly, I did, th
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