She was lying on the hospital bed. She was having her weekly check-up. After this there would be some theraphy and lastly, some more medicine.

He hated this. 

He hated this because there's nothing he could do. 

He just stood beside here, sometimes beside her bed, and held her hand.

But I never affects her.

She still smiles and tells him jokes and force him to eat and play some games on his phone.

And for her sake, he did the same.

It came out natural for them now, having fun together.

They even can joke about her health or about his poor grade.

"You're so stupid! How could you get a D for History of Design? That was the easiest subject you can get!"

"Shut up Hyo. The professor hates me. And at least, I don't look like a ghost!"

"Hey! It's the medicine work, okay?"

One summer day, she asked him,

"What heaven looks like?"

""I don't know. And I hope you won't get the answer anytime soon. Maybe in another 80 years."

One autumn day, he asked her,

"Do you believe in second chances?"

"Yes, I do. Because I got one whenever I meet you."

One winter day, she asked him,

"I love you?"

"Yes, you do, silly."

One spring day, he asked her,

"Which one you choose: breathing or loving me?"

She stayed silent for awhile, desperately struggling to make some air entered her lungs.

Short gasps, clenched fists.

"If I have to choose, I'd use my last breath to say I love you."