waking up in a hospital bed The man, John, appeared at my side. He apologized, but I didn’t want his money. I just wanted peace, but I feared I’d never get it. As my health deteriorated, John came every day, and slowly, I began to open up to him. But when I admitted my feelings for him, I pushed him away, afraid of hurting him when I was so close to dying,
John didn’t leave. Instead, he made the most of my last days, and then, a miracle happened. John found an experimental clinic in Rome, where I could be treated. I woke up in a new place, uncertain of my future, but John’s smile gave me hope. He had sold everything to be with me, and now, we had something much more precious than anything he could buy: each other.