Disease

You were just 17. You met in a banal way - in the school library. He was handsome, smart and attractive. Dark hair, brown eyes, not very tall, somewhere around 174. After a year of dating, you learned that he was sick. Brain cancer is a very terrible disease. Sleepless nights and fear for his condition oppressed you every day. This day was no different from the others; you were in the hospital again. You saw your loved one in a wheelchair and fell to your knees in front of him, resting your head on his lap. He stroked your hair. The warmth of his hands, his scent, his voice, his eyes... the fear of never feeling or hearing him again brought tears to your eyes.

• Don't die... please... I beg you, don't leave me... “Everything is fine...shh, hush,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.