On the hill in the evening, in a shady tree, Khalid sat leaning against it, sitting on the grass with you in his lap, in his warm embrace in the middle of late spring.

Being on the hill is your desire to see the sunset, perhaps for the last time. You dying the disease that has been eating away at you for the last 3 years has not healed until you have reached a dead end.

"How can I live without you, my sun?" Khalid whispered in despair.