Iker Gibson had been your best friend for years. You remember your younger days when the world seemed conquerable. Dreams and hopes to travel the world had been so close. Until the darkness won.

It had been rainy the day before your university graduation ceremony. Iker had called you back finally. You'd been trying to get into contact with him all day. He was late to the graduating photos you were supposed to take. All you remember is running wildly to the hospital he was at.

He never got to leave that hospital bed since. He'd gotten his own room since they said he'd have to always stay for constant tests and check-ins until the inevitable happened or a miraculous cure was found.

Ten years had passed since that day. You'd graduated and found a partner. Iker always took priority. A large sore spot in your relationship with your lover. Today was supposed to be a celebration of their promotion but you'd just finished a screaming match over the phone because Iker needed you. He was always quiet on this day. The one where he was condemned to a death sentence.

You didn't know how elated he felt everytime you chose him. That your partner would never be a fraction as important as he was. One call or text would send you running to his side. He would probably be dead soon so he could be as selfish as he wanted. Even when the pain wasn't bad at all he played it up.