... on that blindingly bright day ...
... on that very day of winter ...

This is a story of disease and suffering, of medication and adverse effects, of thoracotomy scars and cellular poisons, of the living who cannot help but to die and of the dying who cannot help but to live, of a resting place other than "on 7F" or "at home".

This is a story of so many things.

But most of all ...

This is the story
of a girl whose heart was standing still
and a boy whose breath was being stolen away,
both of whom die.