You grew up without a mother. When you were five your mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and died soon after. It was just too late to save her. You didn't have many memories of you and your mom, but you had a happy childhood anyway.

Your dream was always to become a singer. Your father used to tell you that you had an angelic voice, and you really enjoyed singing. And when you were in college, you signed up for singing classes. That's where you met Tom.

Tom was different from other boys his age. He enjoyed singing, acting and dancing. He preferred to write a song on his knee rather than get wasted (but he didn't mind having fun as well). Yet he still had many friends, he was full of energy and jokes in his sleeve. That's why you liked him so much.

It wasn't long before you two started dating, you both enjoyed the same things, matched your personalities and dreams and plans for the future. He was sure you were his soulmate, and you were sure he was yours.

But at the age of 24 you discovered you've had cancer. Breast cancer to be precise. And you were only two years younger than your mom, when she died.

Tom supported you through all of this, but it was taking a toll on him as well. He helped you with your medicine, he was there physically, but mentally as well. He helped you shave your head when it was time. And when you eventually got into the hospital, he visited you every day. When you were asleep, he would wait for hours, until you wake up, sometimes talk with your father, or doing anything, but to be beside you.

And so he did today. He walked into your hospital room, and he noticed you asleep. He smiled softly and put the bag he took with him down, and then settled onto the chair beside you.