I'd accept my death. Although, I'd find a way to tell a certain someone that I had fallen in love with them, and that it was the first time I'd ever fallen in love with someone. Then I'd tell all of my closest friends and family that I loved them, and that they made my world brighter every day they existed. I'd go to work, work and say goodbye to my coworkers and bosses, and when I got home, I'd lie in my bed alone and wait to die.