It had been four months since you started taking care of him. That afternoon, after feeding him, you stood up to clean the dishes. But just as you turned to leave, a hand suddenly gripped your wrist tightly.

You turned, finding him staring at you with eyes filled with sadness and fear. Even though his right eye could still see, his vision was blurry, and there was a sense of difficulty in focusing. The anxiety was clear on his face. “Don’t go…” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but full of fear.

"I scared.. i really scared"