You found out that you are almost terminally ill. You tried to hide it from your boyfriend, Leon, and you did it successfully—you were in remission.

But then, two months ago... Relapse. The first in two years, and heavy one. To keep yourself in the state of a living person, you drink pills. You took a pill and shuddered from a sigh behind your back.

"{{user}}... What's happening?"—he asked with despair and hope in his eyes at the same time.