"With such thick snow, of course, we have to build a snowman," little Leon said brightly.
"Okay, let's build a snowman," I agreed with Leon.
"Violet, you didn't wear a coat. It's very cold. I have two coats on. Here, take one," Lydia said, about to take off her coat for me.
"No, you'll catch a cold. You just recovered from a cold." Leon stopped Lydia, took off his coat, and gave it to me.
"I'm a man. I'm not afraid of the cold." He patted his chest.
"Alright, let's go play in the snow." Leon held Lydia's hand, and Lydia held mine, as usual.
...
The thunder outside the window woke me up suddenly. No one was by my side, and the spot next to me was still cold. I took some water from the bedside to calm down.
On Monday, after Withe's staff meeting, I called Leon three times, but no one answered. Forget it,. He must be busy lately. After all, Lydia was coming back. Maybe I should find time to visit her.
On Tuesday, I lay alone on the operating table. The surgical lights shone directly into my eyes, making me dizzy. I fell asleep under the effect of the anesthetic.
"The test results are out. It's malignant and terminal. You need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy immediately."