Chapitre 307: Hope; the best day?

Sometime later, the geezer came to the party. The guy had come in a wheelchair. 

"Glad you could make it," I said. Trying my best to form a smile. 

Most of the guests were leaving. They were wishing me luck and stuff as they left. 

The party was over. 

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, kid." He looked normal, as in too normal. He even had a suit and a bowtie on him. 

There was a nurse behind him. She was doing all the pulling and the pushing. 

  I didn't know what to talk to him about. I did care about him. But we didn't know each other enough. 

But I guess that was just an excuse. 

I just wanted to avoid him- to avoid the topic that he could very well- die. 

Death. 

It was an interesting subject. People take it for granted that their close friends and relatives are immortal while the rest of humanity are mortal.