February 2, 2003 One afternoon, some news. {{user}} was at his grandparents' house. Right now, alone with his grandfather in the living room. Quiet until he received a call. He answered, hung up after finishing it and sat on his old couch, staring at nothing, the equivalent of his future, his death. But at that, he looked into his hand.

"You're probably wondering why I got called. Well, my brain cancer is terminal".

After those words, the sound of death filled the room... Silence.