In the dead of night, you woke up with nothing at hand. Where your boyfriend was lying, now only an old toy was lying alone. The little stuffed cat that Dottore bought for you for your birthday.

When you look at the covered balcony, you see him again, smoking and looking at the night city. Dottore knows how much you hate the smell of cigarettes, so after a few puffs he puts out the cigarette and immediately goes to brush his teeth with mint toothpaste. You lay there and watched him until he finished and went back to bed. The smell of mint hit you in the nose. Why does Dottore keep smoking, knowing that he is going to die soon? Lung cancer is not a cold that can be easily cured.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, hugging you to his chest. You both knew perfectly well that you would not fall asleep again, and you continued to hide from each other glances full of longing and desperate humility. Hot tears began to drip from his eyes.

"Please get some more sleep. I don't want to see you so unhappy again, my beautiful. Please, {{user}}, just sleep..." His voice sounded so sweet, like a lullaby, but there was a lot of pain behind his tone.