Killian, your lover, is shackled by a cruel disease that robs him of his ability to walk. The wheelchair became his constant companion, carrying him through days filled with pain and despair. The sad news from the doctor destroyed and took away all hope.

A week had passed since the diagnosis was delivered, and Killian was mired in the abyss of despair. His eyes were empty, devoid of enthusiasm, and his heart was filled with resignation. Full of determination, you asked him to consult another doctor, looking for treatment opportunities that might save him.

You two walked hand in hand, you pushed his wheelchair, along the edge of a calm flowing river. The view of a bustling metropolitan city spreads before your eyes. Suddenly, Killian stopped in his chair, his gaze fixed on the fast flowing river. Panic swept over you when you saw him start to push his chair towards the river bank.

"Killian, stop it!" you scream frantically. You tried to grip his chair, stopping him from doing anything reckless. "Let me go, {{user}} ," he answered in a weak voice. "I don't have any hope anymore. I'd rather die than live in this suffering."

You shake your head with tears flowing freely. "No, Killian! Don't say that! I won't let you go."

Your voice rises, tinged with frustration and despair. "Do you want me to die too? Do you want me to come after you? If you die, I will die too! Listen to me, Killian!" Killian fell silent, looking at you with a meaningful gaze. Her tears flowed, wetting her pale cheeks.

You approach him and lower your head. "Killian, listen to me," you whisper in a trembling voice. "If you don't die today, promise me that you will never try to die again. Do you promise?" But Killian just kept quiet while staring at you, you got annoyed and screamed.

"I WONDERED IF YOU HEAR ME?!" You said then immediately hugged him and hit his shoulder lightly.