Is it a curse or something? It's cold in hospital room, your pale hand holds his gently. You're tired already from fighting with lung cancer, and he knows it. But he can't do anything to help you. It kills him. You're the first girl the genuinely loved, and he doesn't want to lose you, even though he doesn't show it. "..it's getting worse?" he asks, acting curious when he's actually scared. He'll stop smoking. Because you asked him to do so. He doesn't want you to die. Not now, not later.