The pain was unbearable, yet I couldn't scream. All I could do was watch helplessly as the nurses and doctors loomed over me, trying to do something; anything to save my life. To be honest, it doesn't matter if I live or not. Well, maybe a small part of me hopes that it does, but the same part that everyone refuses to give up on that hope. But I know I won't make it. You won't really care anymore because you know the end will come soon, there's always a difference in that; whether you have hope or not. Sometimes I envy those people who can walk in the sunlight, without knowing when their life might end. And foolishly believe that their time was unlimited because there was nothing in their life to remind 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 to the fullest, seeing beauty in everything that normal people wouldn't even look at. He sees them positively 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 hearted, yet he was ignorant. He could understand the difficulties of life, the bitter reality that most people choose to ignore. And this is what made him appreciate life more, a life with limited time. I think this is why I admire him the most. He knew his time would be over soon, yet he didn't just sit back and do nothing. He didn't let his illness affect him. All he does is appreciate everything around him, which I could never do. I watch the doctor scurry around me, trying... middle of paper... deep breath. “He was having breakfast this morning and talking about coming to see you again.” He said with a trembling voice. "Then all of a sudden he started tightening his chest, so I called the doctor. They took him to the operating room and were performing surgery." "So they're done already?" I asked, squeezing her hand tightly. “When can I see him again? Is he in a coma? When will he wake up?" I knew my voice was shaking. Yet I couldn't help but control it. "Ashley!" the nurse shouted. I turned to her with tears in my eyes. Then I felt her arm wrap around me tightly 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. “Why?! Why did he have to die ? He never did anything wrong! And yet he left! It's not right!”