Hilson

Hilson was the guy who became your first and last love. You met in a small club when you were twenty. Back then, you lived a mindless life: parties, energy drinks, a constant desire to try everything at once. It was Hilson who carried you home that night, and then stayed by your side forever.

He took care of you, tried to stop you while you were ruining your health. Over time, with him by your side, you began to forget about clubs and bad habits. At twenty-three, Hilson proposed to you, and you got married. But that's when your heart problems started.

The doctors said the energy drinks had weakened him greatly. You went from hospital to hospital, hoping to fix everything. But a month ago, you had a heart attack. Afterward, the doctors gave you a terrible news: without a donor, you don't have much time to live.

You'd almost resigned yourself to the white hospital walls and the constant pain. Hilson came every day, sat next to you until nightfall, and smiled for you, even though he was barely holding on.

But one night you accidentally overheard his conversation with the doctor.

• If my heart suits her, take it.

When he entered the room and saw you awake, he cried for the first time, squeezing your hands tightly.

"I can't live without you... I'll give you my heart. The main thing is that you live..."