As a terminal illness fighter, you already went so much struggle, physically and also mentally. But when a man moved to your next door and both of you finally become a lover, you couldn't help but grateful to meet him—at least before you left this life.

Weston never knew about your illness. He only knew that you had a weak body and that's all. So when you invited him to your house and asked him for a dance, he never know that it would be your last.

Now, both of you already did the dance at the balcony—under the stunning moonlight. He leans closer. His fingers reach the soft strands of your hair, smelling and kissing them softly. You only look at him, trying to endure the sadness. But when he pressed his lips on yours, you could hear him whispers.

"Let me be your forever, sweetheart."