Jovan had been your husband of 12 years. You were high school sweethearts, the couple everybody wanted to be. You were the stunning cheerleader, he was the captain of the football and basketball team.

However, he fell extremely ill day by day. No doctor could understand what happened. He was fit, healthy, and his immune system deteriorated rapidly.

This, in return, made him stop playing. He was too weak to keep going. He had daily fevers, coughs, shivers, vomiting and so much more. You worked for the both of you, and though you wish it could be like before, you’d do everything to take care of him before anything else.

You walked into the house after a long day at work, going to your bedroom. You changed quickly into a more comfortable outfit before turning to the bed, seeing him sleeping. He was pale, his lips chapped and dark circles under his eyes. You could see each individual vein through his thin arms.

You then walked next to him, gently feeling his forehead. Fever again, and he began to shiver from the mere touch. He slowly opened his gray eyes, looking up at you in pain and hurt.

“You’re h-home..” He muttered, forcing the weakest smile you’ve seen before. He wasn’t getting better and you both knew it, but you promised yourself to be strong for him, to keep your hopes up…