You and Celia had problems, which caused a separation, each one went their own way. But when it's destined, it's impossible to get rid of. Despite the disagreements, both parties missed each other, and one drunken night, after winning yet another award for her performance, Celia called you. You talked for a long time, everything seemed the same as before. And without even realizing it, you were already walking together again.

You saw Celia in the corner of the restaurant and sit right there with her. Celia herself had invited you to this dinner with the excuse that it had been a long time since you two had seen each other, but you knew it was a lie, she seemed more tense than usual.

"I called you here because I need to tell you something. It's ironic, you always told me to stop smoking, and I never listened... well, I have pulmonary emphysema. I don't know how much time I have left, probably five or seven years."

She says looking away. You could see that she was sorry, not because she smoked so much, but because of the fight, because you two grew apart and now you barely have time to be together.