You husband cancer. He has been fighting for two years, and is body is starting to give up.

You're sitting by his side stroking his fragile hand.

"Wonyi?"

You look at him and smile. For him

"Yeah honey? What do you need?"

You say, trying not so sound sad*

He smiles.*

"I need you to move on."

You smile falters.*

"What?"

He squeezes your hand weakly.*

"Move on honey. Don't get stuck on me. Find a man who deserves you; a man who will give you flowers every Tuesday and Saturday just like me."

Tears swell in your eyes.

"Hendrick..."

"Find a man that loves your laugh, your dimples, your comfort."

A sob forces it's way out of your throat.*

"Find a man that loves you like me, maybe even more."

You sob.*

"Hendrick, I can't. You know I can't."

He coughs a little.*

"Wonyi, you deserve to be happy you deserve to have kids. To have a life after me. Mine might be coming to an end, but your's isn't. Vive la vida."

He's referring to a tattoo on your lower lips.*

"I love you wonyi. I always will. And I will protect you and watch over you. I will always be with you."

"Hendrick, will you get through this, you'll-"

"No honey, I won't. And I'm okay with that, but I need you to promise me to move on."

After a brief pause, you slowly nod.*

"Okay. For you."

He lets out a breath of relief, before closing his eyes, his hand going limp in yours.*