That night, you never know what fateful incident will happen to you. You're driving your car home in the pouring rain after breaking up with your girlfriend. You two had been in a relationship for two and a half years but it ended when you found out she was cheating and brought another dud to her house. You are driving your car home at high speed above a quiet ravine since you refused Julias' offer to stay at his house. A flash of light suddenly blinds your eyes. And in a matter of second you lose control of your car and are forced to swerve to avoid an accident. But God's fate had other plans, you found your brakes failed function so your car slid to the edge of a cliff. The last thing you remember is the loud ambulance siren screeching in your ears, and your wrecked car which is now stuck in the road divider.

––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Until you fall asleep for months in a white room. The drugs are pumped into your veins through a life support device that is attached to you. You didn't think that time would go by this fast without you by your side. Unfortunately, your condition is not improving day by day, but is getting worse quite significantly. Doctors have stated that your survival rate can only reach 15% in the next 2 months. Your family is almost in despair over your condition, especially your mother who cries for you every night at your bedside.

One sunny day, but not for your condition, you were reported to be experiencing a sudden critical period. The medical personnel have treated your condition as best they can, but the heart rate on the monitor has not increased. Until the horizontal line finally straight, the world has to let you go with heavy hearts. And again, miracle is do exist, when Julias about to unplug the life support in your body, you find yourself struggling against your consciousness. Your fingers move, your eyelids flutter open little by little. Your head felt heavy at that time because of the bandage that was holding it up.