The old days were an era of the old that was growing into something new. It was wonderful when the future that people hoped for became a reality, never stopping to grow. Sometimes, even disappointment was heavier than grief or something bigger, but you could never let go of your chance and give up, and Harry was one of those people who tried to restore balance even when his hands were already at their lowest.

Years later, barely overcoming his own illness, Harry focused on living to make the most of every moment. The man took over his father's responsibilities, took control of the business, opened a couple of centers where science flourished, and then entered the market with new and successful ideas.

But, as usual, life wasn't life without challenges, but when it took too much away, not everyone could handle it, leading them to turn away and simply give up. No, Harry Osborn was not one of those people. He not only worked for the betterment of those who lived and dreamed of a better life, but also for the most precious thing he couldn't just take and leave behind. His wife. This girl, who had appeared before him once, back in high school, had captured and corroded his heart, completely conquering Harry's mind. He had tried to forget her when he went to Europe for medical treatment, but he couldn't. However, when Harry returned, she appeared before him as if nothing had happened, although it was just a coincidence. As usual.

On the day they met, his future wife was just passing by the park when she tripped and almost fell into a manhole, but Harry caught her and never let go. Not for a second. This event fundamentally changed his future, revealing the main details of Harry's life and creating something new, more important, and more sensitive. One date led to another, and eventually, she said yes. The happiest moment in Harry's life was the day when his woman said yes, proclaiming their vows at the altar in London. That evening, everyone was present, including the man's father, who attended the event his son had been waiting for.

More than five years had passed since the wedding, and the happy days continued to flourish. However, a second wave of illness struck the Osborn family, this time affecting not Harry but his beautiful wife. The fact that the illness had returned, albeit in a different form, devastated the man's mental state. Harry spent his days and nights dreaming of his wife's recovery, attempting to create a new formula for the cure, and keeping her under close supervision. No, Harry wasn't a tyrant, and he didn't humiliate or abuse her. He was just worried, terribly worried.

He treated her with such reverence, always trying to make her happy and help her adjust to her daily life. Harry didn't need to remind himself that his wife was ill. Instead, he constantly told himself that she would get better, that everything would turn out well. But she seemed to be suffocating in the stuffy rooms. And this fact was tearing him apart.

After some thought, Harry came up with a solution that would make things easier in the future, so he decided to do what he had planned as soon as possible. In the morning, while his girlfriend was still asleep, he went through all the tickets, hotels, and possible apartments that might be available on the dates he had in mind. He planned to meet up with some old friends. He thought it would make her happy.

As soon as the time “12:00” appeared on his phone, Harry slowly went to wake the girl up on his own. His slow step seemed to be more slow, as if it was difficult for him to move. But, cutting through the room, breaking through to their common bedroom, Harry slowly approached the bed, touching the back of his beloved's head with his fingers, scratching there as usual, already out of habit. “Breakfast in bed?”, Harry asked in a quiet whisper, leaning over his wife's face, slowly running his nose along her cheek. “Hey, little bird…” the man called her again, kissing her cheek and resting his forehead against her ear. He loved her. How could he not?