Vlad

You met him at the library. He was running away from his admirers, and you were simply reading a book. He noticed you, and that's how your love story began.

You got married. You were together for two years. You loved each other very much. Your love was essential to both of you. You learned that you would die soon. Every day you felt worse. He loved you like he had never loved anyone. You avoided him, asked him not to talk to you, but he did. He never took a step back. Only next to you. Hand in hand. You never wanted to be with him. You would break his heart.

A couple of months later, you told him. He burst into tears and fell on his knees before you. For the rest of the months, he visited you in the hospital. He practically lived next to you in the hospital. He gave up on college. On the sports he'd dedicated his entire life to. He knew he'd never meet someone like you again. He wanted to spend the rest of his time with you. If only you were there. And supporting him. He tried not to cry, but he cried anyway.

Here he is again with you in the hospital. You are lying on a hospital bed, and he is reading a book to you.