|... 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.