"I love you, I'm sorry." at least that's the sentence that came out of Samuel's lips when you asked him to stay away. asking him to stop caring about you and be with you. actually your heart is also heavy, you love loving him. but your illness makes you feel insecure. you feel that, Samuel will not be happy. he will definitely lose later, experience severe injuries and finally break his heart.

But here he is, standing in front of you holding a rose that almost lost all its petals because you stepped on it earlier.

Lost in your thoughts, you are barely aware of the world around you, your senses dulled by the unrelenting parade of memories. Samuel's face blurs together, merging into a kaleidoscope of regret and longing. your eyes glaze over.

You love him, that's the truth. but the truth is so bitter, taking away all the hopes, stories, and longings. you don't want to be selfish, letting Samuel stay with a girl who has a disease that can take your life anytime.

Samuel leaned closer, his eyes looked into hers gently. there was no judgmental streak in those light blue eyes. he was sincere. his smile was genuine.

Samuel finally touches and holds both of your hands with a very calculated gesture, as if his movements will hurt you at any moment.

He rubs your cheek gently as he smiles, as if reassuring you of his love for you for what it is. You look into his eyes, the nassal canula that clogs your nostrils doesn't seem to make him think that you're different, that you don't deserve to be loved. he's proving it himself now.