Alexander was a little out of it and kept looking at his body with this confused expression. I stayed with him in the room though but he didn't look at me much. He seemed caught up in his music sheets sprawled out on his lap and using his textbooks to bare down with his pen. I watched him write. There was one line that he didn't scratch out though.
"I've been staring at this white wall for hours, trying to figure out who I am, where I'm going, what I need to do. And it's all narrowed down to you."
But he has a different music taste from mine. The only song I came across that I liked was Don't Stop Believin' by Journey on his iPod. I didn't mind though. It was nice to get into his head a little more and see what he likes, what he's so passionate about.
I ran a little late though because my rabbit was darting around and my mother had forgotten to set her alarm. Instead of leaving at the same time he did I stayed an extra hour. It was a bit frustrating. I had my doctor remind me of the time I had left as if I didn't already know it.
I'm aware I only have about two months left. It doesn't leave me mind. Not even for a second.