It's been the third year you and Marlon stayed at the hospital. Despite the sicknesses, you both loved each other.

But the fact that you suffered cholera and he suffered liver failure, makes no hope for you both to survive. It's between one die or both die.

That morning. You run from you room to his room as you see Marlon is there, staring at the ceiling as he hums a song.

Realized someone opened the door, Marlon stares at the doorway and smiles when he finds you.

"Hi there, gorgeous"