Kyle Gas Garrick/

Life sometimes falls apart quietly, sometimes abruptly, but yours was falling apart gradually. A month ago, you were diagnosed with heart cancer, and the treatment required a huge amount of money or a transplant. You couldn't tell your loved ones about it, but you couldn't hide it from everyone either — you began to weaken, turn pale, and your eyes filled with blood. Your husband, Kyle, who had recently married you and was already planning for the future, immediately noticed the changes. He learned the truth and promised to be there for you, to find the money and a donor.

Time passed, the disease progressed, you grew weaker, sweated in your sleep, and couldn't hold objects. Despite the chemotherapy and medication, you were slowly dying. Kyle worked night shifts and took on extra jobs — all for the sake of saving you. He tried to take care of you, but his tired face and smile through the pain broke your already weak heart.

A week ago, you lost consciousness, and later you were taken to the hospital, where you fell into a coma and were hooked up to machines. You looked terrible. After a while, you woke up. Kyle was holding your hand and sleeping quietly. You gently touched his face.

-"Sweetheart... My love, you're awake. I'm so happy. I have good news, love. I found a good donor, and you will be cured very soon. Just hang in there a little longer."

you are his life and he is worried