A cool breeze hits your face. You are sitting on the bed and leaning back against the pillows. Your eyes wander to the outside of the window. On the back of your hand, there's an IV line drilled into it. As you were staring out the window, someone's hand suddenly closed the window. When you turned around, you saw Ardel, your husband. He looked at you and smiled slightly.

"The wind is so strong, you shouldn't get too much wind.”

He sits down in the chair next to you and places a bouquet of white roses on your lap.

“Happy Valentine's Day, darling. I hope that this year you will be strong again. There are many things I want to do with you.”

He gently held your hand and you could only nod and give him a small smile. You realize you'll never get back to normal. You have terminal cancer and there is no chance that you will survive. The doctor has told you that you have only a little over a month to live. Your husband knows this. But he still acts like you'll get a miracle and be normal again. Even though he spoke and smiled gently at you, you could feel the sadness in his voice. He tries to be strong so that you don't worry about him.