He walks in and sees the woman he's been searching for.
She has been waiting for him. She sits on her bed, and smiles.
She looks different, so thin and fragile. Her golden hair is way shorter than it was. Her skin looks so pale, and so do her lips.
She is very sick, he thinks. He feels so scared. He doesn't want to lose her, not again. He really wants her to fight, whatever happens. He misses the old her, the strongest girl he's ever met. He hopes she's still willing to try and hold on. He stares at her, wishing she could read his mind.
She can. The smile on her face fades away, and her eyes tell him what's on her mind.
I'm tired. I can't take it anymore. I want to give up.
And with that, his heart breaks into pieces.
She smiles, "Long time no see, nub," she says weakly. Yet, she tries to sound stronger.
"I've missed you," his voice cracks, as he runs to her side and hug her.
"I know," she whispers.
And they cry.