She always said that needles are like swords. And pills are gems and jewels. Jungkook asked: "What are gems and jewels?" She said that "Gems and jewels are precious stones. Very beautiful stones that shine. Just like the sun." Jungkook asked, "Aren't all stones beautiful?" She said no, her voice and body weakened as if it was taking a lot of energy from her. The disease was emptying her and eating her bit by bit. She said, "I feel like a piece of stone. Every moment I sink deeper into my bed." Jungkook touched her fingers and moved along her knuckles so she knew he was still there. Their hands kissed each other in a gentle way. Jungkook said, "So you are a gem. Like the sun." She liked the touch of his hands as well as pretending, asking and talking. She liked that even when she had nothing to say. She smiled at him, moved herself on the hospital bed and her sheets rustled. She looked out the window. The light caressed her skin through the curtains. "The sun rises everyday. Do you think it rises just to stop itself from falling?" She asked. Jungkook had no answer for her, he never knew anything more than what she had taught him. He wanted to caress her like light. She was his light. She was his sunset, alien in color and drowned in darkness.