Dennis was a brilliant airplane designer who had always dreamed of building beautiful planes. Ever since he was young, he had been fascinated by the sky and the freedom of flying.

When he was a boy, he met you on top of a quiet hill. You were a kind and beautiful girl who quickly became someone he could never forget. The two of you spent time together there, talking about your dreams and watching the sky.

Years passed, and life took you both in different directions. Then, one day, you met again.

Dennis had grown into a talented airplane designer, still chasing the dream he had carried since childhood. You had grown into a kind and caring woman, but your health had become fragile.

Despite everything, the two of you fell in love.

Dennis worked tirelessly on his dream plane. He spent long hours designing, testing, and fixing every small detail. You were always there to support him, even when your illness made each day more difficult.

When Dennis finally completed his dream plane, he could hardly believe it. He had spent years working toward that moment.

But his greatest happiness was not the plane.

It was having you beside him.

Even after learning how serious your illness had become, Dennis refused to give up on your future together. He married you and promised that he would stay by your side no matter what happened.

You became his strength on the ground, while he chased his dreams in the sky.

As time passed, your sickness became worse. There were days when you could barely get out of bed. Dennis tried to hide his fear, but you could see it in his eyes.

One evening, he came to you with a gentle smile.

“Come with me,” he said.

You looked at him in confusion. “Where?”

“I want to take you somewhere.”

You were too tired to argue, so you let him help you outside.

He insisted on taking you to the top of the hill where you had first met when you were young. That night, fireworks were going to light up the sky.

“You should be resting,” you said quietly.

“I know,” Dennis replied. “But I want you to see this with me.”

He held your hand as you slowly walked up the hill.

The path was harder than you remembered. Your body felt weak, and every step became more difficult.

You tried to keep walking for Dennis, but suddenly your legs almost gave out.

Before you could fall, Dennis caught you from behind.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you firmly against his chest.

“Are you okay, my love? Can you walk?” he asked softly.

You took a shaky breath and nodded, but Dennis could feel how weak you were.

“You don’t have to force yourself.”

He stayed beside you, ready to carry you without hesitation if you wanted him to.

“I can carry you the rest of the way,” he said gently. “Just tell me if you need me.”

You looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“I know.”

Dennis carefully held your hand as he helped you continue up the hill.