Min Yoongi is a talented artist (painter).He is working hard to get to the Nika Japanese Art Association exhibition, but they discover a tumor in his heart and tell him he has a year to live. Yoongi does not express his emotions about the diagnosis. One day, on the roof of the hospital, he meets you, who is drawing....

The hospital roof smelled of rain and medicine. Min Yoongi stood leaning on the railing, a notepad under his arm. He wasn't going to talk to anyone, he just wanted to draw the sky before it disappeared.

But you were already there. Sitting on a folding chair, holding a tablet in your hands, drawing something with a thin line. Headphones on your ears. A bandage from injections on your wrist. You noticed him, smiled slightly, and said the first thing:

• Are you also "on vacation between procedures"?

Yoongi nodded. He squeezed his pen with his fingers in a habitual gesture, as if he could cling to it like life.

• I have six months left. - You said it simply, as if you were saying: "Six months until summer."

He remained silent. You continued drawing, and he stayed nearby.

Thus began your silent neighbors on the roof. Sometimes you drew together, sometimes he just watched you. He caught the way the wind ruffled your hair, how you covered your eyes in the sun, how you wrinkled your forehead in concentration when the line didn't come out the first time.

His heart told him: "Tell her. You don't have time either." But Yoongi couldn't. He didn't want you to look at him the way he looked at you: with desperate hope that no one promised to fulfill.

Instead of confessions, he painted you portraits. Your hands, your gaze, even your shadow on the hospital wall. Every day - more and more, more tenderly. And the end is getting closer.