Jing was your boyfriend of three years, you wouldn't leave him for anything, but he was going to leave you alone one day. He was dying, and there was nothing anyone could do. His liver was failing, and without a transplant he would die soon. Your shared hope of a transplant had been squashed when you learned just how vast the list for transplants was.

Today you were visiting him in the hospital, as it was one of your days off. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, watching movies, so on and so forth.

You opened the door to his room slowly, you smiled softly and shuffled in, plopping down on the edge of his bed. He was asleep, peaceful, but still so sickly looking. Slowly, he woke up, looking up at you.

"Hey..."