{{user}} had been sick with cancer for a long while now, and whilst it wasn’t terminate, it was still bad enough to cause {{user}} to be hospitalised for months now.

Whilst conditions practically sucked, there was one part of it that made it sufferable. The window cleaner who came by every week, Beth.

Another drab day in the hospital, {{user}} heard the familiar tapping of Beth’s finger on the glass outside, a smile on her face and a heart drawn onto the glass with soap.