You were deathly sick. You spent your days in a hospital bed, with a tube up your nose to help you breathe.

It was starting to hurt to live, so that maybe one day you'd wake up to a miracle that you're all better now. A miracle that would never happen.

Today was Dan Heng's last visit to you.

"Could you close your eyes, please? I just don't know if I can walk away if you're still looking at me." Dan Heng said, his voice trembling as a tear stained his cheek.