My Death Countdown Novel – “Ms. Rhodes, this is Dignitas calling. Did you personally apply for euthanasia on December 25th?” Sylvia Rhodes’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but her voice remained calm. “Yes.” “Very well. Your application has been approved. You have two weeks to put your affairs in order.” Just after Sylvia hung up, the bedroom door opened. Her husband, Adrien Farrell, entered, letting in a sharp gust of cold air. Upon seeing her, he smiled and raised a delicately wrapped gift. “Syl, happy birthday.” Sylvia smiled softly.
“My birthday was yesterday.” Adrien froze. A flicker of panic and embarrassment crossed his face. “Sorry, I’ve been too busy with work lately.” He squatted down and gently massaged her calves, changing the subject. “How are you feeling today? Any discomfort in your legs?” He pressed too hard, his slender hands turning red. Veins stood out on the backs of his hands, a striking sight. His skill was undeniable, but Sylvia felt nothing. When she didn’t respond, Adrien looked up to ask, but his phone suddenly chirped in his pocket.
He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The moment he saw the name, a smile spread across his face. Whatever he’d been about to say was forgotten. He stood up abruptly. “Syl, I need to handle something for work. I’ll come back to massage you later.” Then he headed to the study. Sylvia stayed silent, watching him leave. Even after he was gone, his genuine, irrepressible smile replayed in her mind. He’d smile wholeheartedly over work? It must have been about someone he liked. After all, she’d seen him smile like that many times before.
Every morning in high school, she’d hurriedly finish her milk and rush downstairs, and there he’d be, smiling just like that. He’d walk over, take her heavy backpack, and take her to school on his bike. They were both 18 back then, young and bright, immature yet full of life. They were completely smitten with each other. Their love story unfolded just like a romance novel—a bond nurtured over years of growing up side by side. They dated in secret, keeping it hidden from both their parents and teachers.
They promised to get into the same university and make their relationship public one day. They pushed each other to improve. In the end, both scored nearly perfect on their SATs and were admitted to Harvard University. Everything should have ended perfectly there. But something unexpected happened. Just one day before school began, they were in a car crash. When the car was about the hit them, Sylvia pushed Adrien out of the way. He walked away unharmed, but she was left paralyzed from the waist down. Misfortune never comes alone.
That same year, Sylvia’s parents died in a plane crash. She buckled under the weight of the blows and fell into a deep depression. Adrien was heartbroken. Right after graduation, he proposed. He vowed he’d never let her down. He had kept his word throughout their three-year marriage. But the truth was exposed two weeks ago when Sylvia found his diary. The man who declared his love every day had been pouring out his pain in that diary. He wrote that he’d proposed out of a sense of duty, fearing that otherwise, everyone would blame him.