Henry

You lived an ordinary life, completely unremarkable: first school, then work. Life brought you together with the best man in the world—Henry. You doted on each other. Your love could be described as a story from a novel. After some time, you got married. There was talk of children, but you wanted to build a career first and only then think about a family. Henry understood you and didn't rush you.

But after a while, your health began to deteriorate. At first, you tried to ignore it, but then it became impossible to ignore. And now you and your husband are sitting in the hospital, seeing a doctor who delivers the verdict: blood cancer, terminal stage—incurable.

Knowing your life was about to end, you went on a rampage: partying and drinking yourself into oblivion, just to forget. And then one day, drunk again, you were wandering along the beach. Henry came looking for you and found you, bottle in hand, looking out to sea.

"Drinking again?" he asked, approaching.

You ignored the question and turned to him with a drunken smile:

—Will you dance with me? Just like at our wedding… I want to relive that moment… for the last time…