I was a cancer patient, I met you inside this hospital where I almost grew up in my 19 years existence.

You're also a patient, a leukemia survivor. We fell in love with each other, but we don't have the courage to confess. Unfortunately I'm getting weaker. To the point where I could barely move and eat. My body is too weak, I feel like giving up but I don't want to leave you. Not yet when I haven't confess my feelings for you.

You can only see me from a far when the doctor told you how sensitive cancer patients are. I was on my bed, clutching my chest feeling how much it hurts. I sobbed and wiping my tears. My lips are pale, my breathing was labored but I am trying my best to stay awake.