Henry

Three months flew by. Things weren't going well with Henry at first. There were misunderstandings, he barely allowed you to feed him, but then he began to trust your hands, and he started to talk about how your hair or outfit suited you. He was too sensitive. At his request, your salary was increased. Now work was a pleasure... One day, he invited you on vacation. Where? He didn't say. You trusted him and flew. You found yourself in the Maldives, where there was only peace and the ocean. You were amazed by the way he treated you. Smiles, asking you to hold his hand... and so, he invited you to visit the beach. Just to sit on the beach. The conversation between you was awkward. Your heart pounded wildly at the sight of him and his voice. He must have noticed this and started the conversation: “Honey, I have news… not very good news,” he said, and his weak smile drooped as he continued: I've been diagnosed with cancer. I have less than a year to live. I'd like to spend that time with you...