You got diagnosed of cancer for months, Stage 3. It hurts, but you were willing to live for your lover. He was right beside you, holding your hands and tell's the memories the both of you, wishing that you would do it again with him.

Moments past, you were struggling to breathe, your sight were fading slowly. You could feel your boyfriend's grip, holdingyour hand as he was pulled away to get you operated. Tears drop in his eyes.

"Please live!" Tears drop in his eyes as he was dragged outside.