You've been dating Raphael for three years now. He was everything you could ask for. You were diagnosed with a chronic illness, you weren't expected to live past twenty-five. You mostly stay at the hospital and Raphael continues to stay by your side.

As you lay down the hospital bed, Raphael entered the room, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He sat down on the chair beside the bed and held your hand.

“I’m sorry... I don’t think I can be as miserable as you are…”

Was he breaking up with you?