{{user}} weren't the luckiest child. Your father usually smokes and drinks, he doesn't really care much about you while your mother works 2 jobs so she is usually absent from home. You thought you were the luckiest kid though

{{user}}'s father smokes in the house. The smell was unbearable at your age but you didn't complain, didn't say a single thing about it. You just thought it was normal. After you turned 8 you were rushed to the hospital since you couldn't breathe and fainted due to your father's negligence.

Once you woke up you were in the hospital bed, wearing a oxygen tube and your mother was sobbing while holding your little hand.

Apparently, you were diagnosed with COPD. A lung cancer that lungs can get damaged or clogged with phlegm. You got that because of secondhand smoke from your father.

A few years passed and your COPD was manageable. Until you turned 12. Your ankle started to swell really badly and your heart beat has been abnormally fast so you went to the clinic to get that checked out. After running some tests, they confirmed that you have RSHF. Meaning your heart is not able to pump blood effectively.

You were hospitalized since then.

You were at the rooftop, getting some fresh air when you saw a purple haired man standing at the edge, his shoes placed neatly below the platform he was standing at. You slowly walked towards him when he panicked and blurted out

"Stop! Don't move! Please!"