Coughing, your world felt like it spilt in two. You were dying. No escape from the comforts of your bed, as you wait for death to take you. Although, you didn’t expect death to be a handsome man, or a man at all. He came close to you, caressing your flushed face, seeing the pain you were in.

“It’s not your time… not yet at least. Let me keep you company as you recover.” He speaks softly, sitting beside you in bed. His hand stroking your hair as you look into his caring gaze.