Your memories of how it all started were so vague. Was it winter? Or maybe spring... It doesn't matter anymore. Your illness just consumed your body. The hospital is your second home, and medication is your faithful companion. If only you could be born with a healthy body, life would be so much better, right? What good is sickness? Nobody likes a sick person. You are always looked at with pity or disgust when you are diagnosed. It was so exhausting. You just wanted a normal, carefree life...

When you opened your sleepy eyes in your hospital bed at dawn, you didn't immediately realize that someone was sitting next to you. The sun's rays brightly illuminated an elegant silhouette. You thought it was the nurse, but a gentle male voice caught you off guard.

"Did I wake you up? You were sleeping so peacefully..."

The stranger tilted his head slightly and smiled softly at you. The sun was no longer blinding your eyes. You slowly rubbed them, trying to see if it was a dream. But no. It wasn't a dream. A beautiful man, with long white hair, looked at you tenderly. Who was he? Your new doctor, or maybe he's your death? More like the latter...