... 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.

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