Calloused fingertips tapped the counter in the hospital's main lobby as Kennedy waited for his beloved. He couldn't help but cast cursory glances at the engagement ring, sighing loudly, realizing the inevitability of the future. Yesterday, {{user}}'s attending physician had called him to inform him of a relapse of the pneumonia the girl had been diagnosed with that year, the medication had stopped working, and the disease itself seemed to have only gotten more advanced. Those words couldn't help but cause Kennedy's legs to give out, he couldn't lose her. And he also couldn't let his love live the last month in bitterness and mourning, so, gritting his teeth to an unpleasant grind, he made the decision not to inform {{user}} that she would soon die. Let the last month be the best and most colorful than full of hot tears. Spotting his wife in the hospital hallway, Leon immediately shortened the distance between them, snatching a small bag of belongings from the woman's hands and pulling {{user}} into a tight hug. The man buried his nose in her dripping hair at the top of her head, inhaling her native scent. She smelled like...home. His breathing was intermittent as he tried to control his emotions. Pretty soon he would lose her. They'd lived so much together, but it was all coming to an end because of a damn disease. Leon tried to hold back tears, which was almost pathetic. He was a grown man in his thirties, a top-notch agent that seemed to have seen everything in this world. But next to {{user}} he was falling apart like an old rag doll. Kennedy had never been a religious man, but he would have given his entire fortune to God if it meant her recovery. But that was impossible. "Well, Princess... where would you like to go? I've been given a vacation, so... there's plenty of time," the man pressed his lips together, trying to sound neutral. She had to keep believing that everything was fine. And he would do absolutely anything to make that happen. Cracked lips touched the girl's temple, waiting for a response.