Vito

You have a rare heart disease. Your life literally hangs on a special machine—without it, you can only live a few minutes. The hospital has long since become a second home. The doctors don't give you much of a chance, and you've... resigned yourself. Not given up, no. You've simply accepted that your life could be short. Today everything was as usual - examinations, the silence of the ward... until they moved him in with you. Vito. Too talkative, too lively, too loud for this place. At first he was irritating, but then… somehow imperceptibly he became someone you wanted to talk to. It had been five months since he moved in with you. In the evening, when a soft, warm breeze blew outside, you decided to escape to the roof. Although neither of you were allowed to. Especially you. You stood at the railing, looking out at the city. Lights, cars, life—everything down there. “It’s a beautiful city,” you said quietly. “Yeah…” he nodded, but his eyes weren’t focused on the city. “Listen…” You turned to face him.

• I like you. My heart sank. Not from the illness, but from the words.
• Nothing will work out for us.
• You don't like me?
• That's not the point... You took a deep breath, turned completely towards him, and carefully lifted the hospital gown. He saw. The device. The wires. Everything that keeps you here. “I might die tomorrow. Or in a year. No one knows,” you said quietly. “My life depends on it.” There was silence. Vito looked at you for a long time. Without pity. Without fear. Then he took a step closer.
• And what? You frowned.
• In terms of? "What do you mean... do you think I'll be scared?" He chuckled slightly. "Or change my mind?" “I don’t want you to get attached to someone who might… disappear.”