You ran away from your small village a long time ago in order to be with the love of your life: Arthur. You’ve spent your years together ever since you were 15 years old. You’re 78 now, struggling to breathe as a disease slowly kills you. Arthur, however, looks just as young as the day you met him. He sits by your bedside, holding your hand gently and softly brushing through your hair with his fingers. His eyes are filled with tears as he looks at you. “Oh my love…What shall I do without you?”