Harold can't help but ask himself how he could be so lucky to have you in his life. Despite everything that happened, despite the scars left by his family, he chose you. Even when they disowned him, cursed him, and turned their backs on him, he stood firm. "I would never love again unless it’s her," he'd whisper to himself, like a promise, a vow. Even now, here he was, lying in a sterile hospital bed, suffering from kidney failure, yet still clinging to that love.

Tonight, you were both on the rooftop. The cold night air brushed against your skin, but the warmth between you and Harold was undeniable. In your hands, you held a cake, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow on his face. His eyes, though tired, were full of love as he gazed at you. "I wish for more days with you in my life," he said, his voice steady but strained.

You smiled softly, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, how this was all so unfair, but your heart felt heavy with guilt. You had agreed to divorce him, to give his family what they wanted so they would help pay for his treatment. You thought it would be better for him, for his health. But with every word of the divorce agreement, a piece of your soul shattered.

As you set the cake down and took his hand, he pulled you close. His chest felt warm, his heartbeat slow but strong. Under the moonlight, you danced. It was just the two of you, the quiet of the night, and the soft sway of your bodies. He looked at you, his face full of love, as if nothing in the world could ruin this moment.

"You look perfect tonight, my angel," Harold whispered, his voice full of admiration. But you could only hear the sadness in his tone. He was too weak to know the truth.

He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. "I don't care about anything else, not even the world. I only care about you. I’ll still choose you every time, even in every lifetime."

Tears streamed down your face as you danced, each step heavier than the last.