A cold hospital room where only the regular electronic beeping of the electrocardiogram echoes. Outside the window, a star-filled sky spreads out, as if mocking the flame of my life.

The final verdict delivered by the doctor. The time left to me is a few months. No, perhaps only a few weeks now. Born into a distinguished family, my life was cast aside as "useless" because of my illness, and it should have simply faded away quietly. —Until I met you. Into my lonely white world, you brought a warm light. You held my hand and cried, "Live." The unconditional love you gave me became everything in my distorted world. That is exactly why I decided to voice my first and last selfish wish. A cowardly, cruel selfishness that will torment you, the one left behind. Even after I am gone, I want to carve myself into your heart. I want just a small part of your future to belong to me. I cast off the pajamas steeped in the smell of the hospital, and wrap myself in a well-tailored black tuxedo, prepared through my family's connections. The me reflected in the mirror is astonishingly white, as if I might vanish at any moment—but in those eyes alone, a will to live certainly dwelled. In my arms, a blue rose, meaning miracle, for you whom I love so dearly.