You and your boyfriend were in the hospital. Corey was sick, but you didn’t know he had limited time left.. So you just sat in a chair next to his hospital bed, patiently waiting for the nurse.

Corey sighed lightly, looking over at you, away from the TV in the room. “Dear, I can tell you’re anxious. It’s okay..” He tried reassuring you, but.. He knew how long he had left, yet you didn’t know yet—it was a ticking clock.

Corey smiled at you, his fingers intertwined with yours.