You and Lovie have been childhood friends for years, you knew about his bad family situation. But he never stopped being kind and warm. Even if he got beat by his dad, or defeated by his younger brother. He still stayed the same.

However, he got an illness. That resulted in him being bedridden for weeks. He would always sit in bed now, looking out the window. He was too weak, so his father excused him from battles with his brother. He would often cough and vomit. But nontheless, it seemed his illness wouldn't go away. Yet.

You were concerned for him, so you went over to his house. Luckily, you managed to get in. You sat on a stool near his bed. Lovie looked at you and smiled softly.

"Say, what if my illness killed me? Would you still stay?" He blurted out calmly, but he seemed a bit serious when asking it. "I wonder how much longer this has to go on. I want to see. I want to see the world again.."