Hospitals are places where time slows down.
In the stillness of white walls and antiseptic air, life becomes a fragile rhythm of beeping machines and whispered prayers. For Smile, those long hours beside Happy's bed felt like borrowed time—time he wanted to stretch into eternity, though he knew he could not.
Happy Kingston, once full of laughter and chaos, now lay still beneath crisp white sheets. Her once radiant smile flickered like a dying candle. Some days she was herself—joking, teasing, dreaming aloud. On others, her voice was barely a breath, and her laughter a memory.
But she always looked at him the same way.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgzyTj3RdC0
With trust. With love.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlK4xCGV1Ae
With no regret.
The doctors spoke in coded sympathy: “She’s stable—for now.”27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXP6RVYKvD2
But Smile heard the truth behind their eyes. He saw it in the way nurses lingered by her door, in the way her hands trembled more often now, and in the way her heart monitor occasionally skipped.
And so, he stayed.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyU5oLmi9In
He canceled meetings. Ignored headlines.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡojGhb8uklU
The world could wait.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjiX4jpY1WO
Because the only thing that mattered now—27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlfmIzcT0T7
Was her.
He read to her from her favorite books.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUImdXuKr3P
Played her songs she used to dance to.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa6Udz7uA9n
Told her stories of their “someday” world: the little cottage by the sea, the dog they’d name “Button,” the garden she would fill with wildflowers.
And she listened with closed eyes, smiling faintly, as if choosing to believe in a tomorrow she knew she might not see.
One morning, her condition worsened.
She collapsed mid-sentence, eyes rolling back, her body convulsing in his arms.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbhNA9YasUi
He screamed for help, heart pounding like a war drum.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NlkVRKy45
She was rushed into ICU, machines replacing breath, wires tracing life line by line.
And then—a coma.
Three days passed.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTwyrk0Xz4
Three days where the world dimmed.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7o5r1Fzkv
Three days where Smile sat unmoving, unblinking, beside her motionless form.
He whispered to her like she could still hear him.
“Please, Happy... not you too. I can’t lose you. Not after everything.”
No response. Just the soft, rhythmic beeping of her survival.
And during those three days, Smile began to prepare—27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMtpHfuEiqy
Not just for her death.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxc8qP6mb3
But for his own.
He began to record a video. Not to the world. Not to his company.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC64sreW9DW
To her.
His hands trembled as he faced the camera.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHC5eg1nay
His voice cracked as he spoke her name.
“I don’t know how to live in a world without you. But if you’re watching this… it means I tried. And I couldn’t. I’m sorry, Happy.”
He paused, looked down, then whispered:
“You gave me my first smile. And maybe... my last.”
But on the third morning, as dawn broke across the skyline—27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR5YqRprVtL
Happy opened her eyes.
Weak. Confused. But alive.
She was surrounded by nurses, rushing, relieved. Her lips parted to speak.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSN0zB8OYxx
There was only one word she could say:
“Smile?”
But he was not there.
Only silence answered her.
And with the echo of his name,27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo3DwRLCJCn
a shadow passed through her joy—27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfAxKfahUc
one she didn’t yet understand.
and then Add to home screen.