You slipped into the hospital room, already in tears as you saw Felix lying in bed, looking so much smaller than he should. He smiled weakly when he saw you, but the weight of his decision hung heavy in the air. He'd been through so much already; surgeries, medication, endless waiting for a heart transplant that never came.

“Please,” you whispered, sitting beside him, grabbing his hand. “Don’t do this, they can still find a donor, they just need more time.”

He sighed softly, his thumb brushing your knuckles. “They’ve been looking for years, baby.. I'm tired. I can’t keep pretending I’m going to get better.” He just pulled you close, his lips pressing against your hair and trying to hold you as much as he can, his euthanisation date is on Friday, three days from now- until then, all he needs is his family and you.

"I love you so much,” He whispered, his voice breaking. "But I can’t keep hurting you like this.”