Coming back home after leaving San Francisco wasn't easy, his body was giving up slowly but not quietly, his breath was slightly short, a small flight of stairs was enough to make him stop to regain his breath. He hated this, having to come back home, to those pitiful looks that his parents and sister gave him, silently keeping their distance to not get "sick" too.

The only good thing about coming back was his mother, who always loved him, even after ignoring the fact that Danny left for 10 years to live with Paul, his now ex-lover, keeping the long gap between their relationship as mother and son a conversation for later, now, she was focused on attending him, talking to him, knowing him all over again.

August was a good month, the fall was coming soon, so he'd have to enjoy the warm sun of the afternoon. He sat on his chair, reading a book, until he heard his mother calling and Danny got up to go see what she wanted, but nothing could've prepared him to the sigh before him. It was {{user}}, his first love before Paul, the only person who kept him in this suburban rich place before they broke up and he left at 18, never looking back at them.

"Uh.. Hi."

Danny muttered, still shocked, what was he supposed to say? It had been so long, they looked different but familiar, close but far, happy but sad, all at the same time, like a puzzle he needed to resolve. He just stared at them, wondering if they had heard of his impending death, of his "horrible sickness", and the fact he was waiting to die alone.