The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't scream. All I could do was watch helplessly as the nurses and doctors hovered over me, trying to do something; anything to save my life. To be honest, it doesn't matter whether I live or not. Well, maybe a tiny part of me hopes that I will, but the same part where everyone else refuses to give up that hope. But I know I won't make it. You won't really care anymore because you know the end is coming soon, there's always a difference there; whether you have hopes or not. Sometimes I envy those people who are able to walk in the sunlight, not knowing when their life might end. And foolishly believing that their time was unlimited because nothing in their life reminded them that everything has an expiration date. But Alex… He was different, everything about him was totally different. His perspective on life. The way he lives it fully, seeing the beauty in everything that normal people won't even give it another glance. He sees them in a positive way and appreciates them. He was the exact opposite of me. Even though he may not have known it, he was my light. The only thing I could say about him is that he is innocent and pure of heart, but he was ignorant. He could understand the difficulties of life, the bitter reality that most people chose to ignore. And that's what made him appreciate life more, a life with limited time. I guess that's why I admire him the most. He knew his term was coming to an end soon, but he was not content to do nothing. He did not let his illness affect him. All he does is appreciate everything that was around him, which I could never do. I watch the doctor hustle around me, trying... middle of paper... and breathing deeply. “He was having breakfast this morning and was talking about visiting you again. » She said as her voice shook. “Then all of a sudden he started getting tightness in his chest so I called the doctor. They took him to the operating room and performed surgery. "So, are they finished yet?" » I asked, shaking his hand firmly. “When will I be able to see him again?” Is he in a coma? When will he wake up? I knew my voice was shaking. Still, I couldn't help but control it. “Ashley!” the nurse shouted. I turned to her, tears in my eyes. I then felt his arm wrap tightly around me and it was too much for me to handle. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried for the first time in a long time. The last time I cried was when I found out I had cancer. " For what ?! Why did he have to die? He never did anything wrong! And yet, he left! It's not fair!”