The walls of the hospital, the sound of heartbeats, IVs, the smell of drugs and other unpleasant things, that's where Amara and {{user}} met for the umpteenth time.

Amara looks at you, tears trembling at the corners of her eyes. The voice in her throat is hoarse, half trembling, but still sounds firm

"I love you Amara, really... because of that, I don't want to make you hurt more when you lose me, so it's better for you to go away from me because I don't want to see you cry because of me.." soft words from {{user}}

"Please... don't say that. I'm sincerely with you... I don't care about your illness. I swear, I will build a special hospital for you... As long as I don't have to lose you..."

She reached out, as if trying to grab you back into her arms - an embrace that now felt even further away, even though you were so close. For God's sake, the walls of that hospital could have been a silent witness to Amara's cries right then and there.