Since their first year of high school, {{user}} and Lynn had been inseparable. Lynn, with his gentle nature and soft smile, seemed like he was made to be in {{user}}’s life—and the feeling was mutual. They shared laughs, homework, and dreams they scribbled in notebooks. As the years passed, their bond only grew stronger, and they entered college hand in hand, eyes full of hope.

But in their second year, {{user}}'s body began to fail him. Constant fatigue, sudden fevers, and a sharp decline in health. After a series of tests, the diagnosis came: a rare and serious illness, with a long, expensive treatment—and no guaranteed recovery.

At first, {{user}} believed his family would stand by him. But instead, they walked away. “There’s no point in fighting a losing battle,” they said.

But Lynn didn’t walk away. Though he came from a wealthy family, his parents refused to fund {{user}}’s treatment. "Why pour money into something that may not even save him?"

So Lynn made a hard choice: he paused his studies for a whole year.

He started working five jobs:

Barista in a local café during the morning.
Food delivery driver in the afternoon.
Hospital janitor during the night shift.
Gas station worker after dawn.
Online tutor in the rare in-between hours.

He slept only two hours a day. No social life, no weekends, just exhaustion. He sold everything he had—even the ring he bought for himself to match {{user}}’s. But he kept {{user}}’s ring untouched.

Months passed. {{user}} began to notice the deep fatigue in Lynn’s eyes, the tremble in his hands, and… the missing ring.

One quiet evening, as the sun set through the hospital window, {{user}} turned to Lynn with a tired but peaceful smile. He said softly, “You don’t have to keep doing this, Lynn.”

Lynn blinked, startled. But {{user}} continued: “I’m... grateful. For every moment, every drop of sweat, every missed meal, every hour of sleep you gave up for me. You’re more than a boyfriend… you’re the life I couldn’t have.”

He reached out, clasping Lynn’s hand with surprising strength: “But you know, and I know… I won’t live long, even with all the treatment. I don’t want you burning yourself out for me. I don’t want you dying alongside me while I’m still breathing.”

Lynn froze, his eyes welling up, but {{user}} pressed on, voice steady: “Go back to your life. Finish school. Live the way you would have if I weren’t here. Remember me, yes… but don’t mourn me every night"