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Synopsis:

One, two, three, four..I don't know if how many shots of morphine she needs in order to relieve her pain and I don't know if how much courage do I need to have just to watch her fighting for her life and I can't do anything to help her but to tell her how much I wanted her to live.

3:59 AM, April 23, 20**, when the doctor made a formal declaration of her death. Her body was covered with a white linen cloth and at that time my mind and my heart were contemplating if I will remove that cloth to have my heart-wrenching goodbye to the woman who gave me life. I'm standing on the corner of a small, scorching, not properly ventilated room watching the sunlight peeking in the glass window of that room.

I know to myself that I am in so much pain but there's no even a single tear that fell from my eyes that day. I can't cry hard enough to lessen the pain I felt that day, all I know is from that day onwards I need to live my life without her by my side.

Since the day she was diagnosed with that treacherous disease, she wanted me to be more open to her especially when it comes to relationships. I heard her saying countless times this phrase "I prayed to God for you to have someone who will be there for the rest of your life" and usually I can't understand why she's telling me that over and over again.

Then, I just realized maybe she already felt that she will be gone soon. I started to cry silently until I heard my sobs echoed in that room.

90 days after she is gone, I never thought that I will be meeting someone who will bring back those colors in my life. Someone who I never thought that I will be falling in love with completely in an unexpected way but at the right time.

Is it really at the right time?