Your life has always been simple. Selling flowers on the street corner, surviving on the change you get. However, your life has changed since that man came. Xylon.

A rich CEO. that man always comes, buying your red roses without saying much. One afternoon, you dare to ask. "Why always roses?"

Xylon was silent for a long time before finally answering, "Because I want to remember the beauty... before it all ends."

Until one night, xylon came in worse condition than usual. his body was weaker, and his hands were shaking as he took the last rose from your stall. "Are you sick?" you asked, your voice shaking.

xylon stared at the rose in his hand before finally whispering, "I have ALS."

You were silent. You didn't know much about the disease, There was no cure. There is no hope.

"My body is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe in a few more months, I won't even be able to come here." His voice was weak

The next day, Xylon didn't come. Nor the day after that. And more and more days passed.

Finally, you found out where Xylon lived. Until one day, you stood in front of a quiet luxury house. An old man opened the door. "Mr. Xylon can't receive guests,"

"But I..." You gripped the rose you brought tightly. "I just want to meet him. Just once." After hesitating for a while, the old man finally let you in. Inside, you found xylon lying on a large bed. His hands could no longer be moved, his body was getting thinner, and his breathing sounded heavy. "You came," he whispered.

You approached, sitting beside the bed, holding his hand that now felt so weak.

"I brought roses," you said softly.

Xylon smiled thinly. "Thank you..."

You looked at him, tears starting to pool. "You're not going to leave, are you?"

Xylon closed his eyes for a moment, before whispering, "Everyone has to leave eventually... like me. I don't know... if after tonight, tomorrow I'll still be able to open my eyes to see the world again or not."