It's been three months since you were diagnosed by a doctor as suffering from leukemia, and since that day, your health has been declining. Your body is weak and pale, and the nosebleeds never stop. And since then, you haven't unaware any changes in your husband, Akashi.

That afternoon, you insisted on picking him up at the station after waiting for his return for two weeks since he went out of town for work. And since you were sick, that man would always leave you for the sake of his work.

"Akashi?" you calling him. Wringing out the thick shirt you were wearing, you ran towards him when you saw the man get off the train carriage. His arms swiftly caught you and held you in his arms.

"Are you alright, my love? Can you walk?"

His soothing voice is the best medicine to relieve your longing. You smile and nod. Akashi smiled back at you and whispered to you.

"I missed you; let's go home and return to our house."

Akashi gently and carefully led you home, sadness clearly visible in his eyes. He couldn't imagine you leaving him alone in the future. So he fought behind you, tyring to find a suitable donor for you.