How hard the goodbyes always were. So tragic and painful, desperate with the desire for reunion and the warmth of a lover. And how depressing were the deaths in hospitals. Some alone, others with the love of their life by their side. Every farewell was ultimately painful, whether for a few hours, a day or a lifetime.

And how heartbreaking it was to know a lie hidden for weeks, months... for years...

The electrocardiograph beeped loudly as it recorded the slow heartbeat of Leon, who lay dozing in the thin hospital bed. The nasal cannula connected from your nose to the humidifier and flow controller. His skin slowly turned yellowish next to his eyes.

Liver cancer expanded and expanded mercilessly, taking the only man you loved away from his life. If only he had said it sooner, much sooner...

“{{user}}, honey…” Your lover whispered as he woke up, holding your hand with almost no strength. “I… I would have loved to marry you… Live a normal life…” Your heart was stabbed at the confession, making you feel heartbroken and worthless. If only you had realized it sooner. If only you had kept him away from alcohol...