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Hearing the Christmas carols, he switched off the radio in his car. They reminded him of last Christmas spent with her. They were exchanging gifts for the first time. When he saw her eyes light up when she opened to reveal a matching pair of earrings and necklace with the stars that she had always wanted, he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.

He went into the white building that had become his second home 3 weeks ago after parking his car.

Opening the door slowly, he saw that she was sleeping soundly. Not wanting to disturb her, he sat in the chair just looking at her. She looked so angelic in the dim light that he couldn't help but ached because he didn't want to lose her. They hadn't spent a lot of time together and he had made the time when she fell ill again. He brought her for a check-up when her fever wouldn't subside and was devastated when she was diagnosed with dengue fever. It would be hard for her to recover and she might die from the fever or the medicine that was used to help her as it was in the last stages. She had accepted to go through the treatment while gripping his hand tightly.

She stirred slightly, opening her eyes. He smiled at her bravely, "Merry Christmas, dear." She smiled weakly at him and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes again; his heart ached as she was struggling. "Fairy tales lie." She whispered sadly, "There's no such thing as living happily ever after." He squeezed her hand tightly.

"Dear, please don't think of it that way. I'm willing to be your guardian angel. I will always be." Coran was desperate to keep her spirits up. Rika smiled wanly.

She was shivering again. She had been running a high fever for 5 days now. He felt terrible and helpless seeing her like that. Covering her up gently, he left and closed the door quietly.

"She's still unconscious, isn't she?" Seeing her mother outside the room, he didn't know what else to say but nod. They weren't on good terms when Rika married him. Her parents had violently objected to the marriage and her father went as far as changing the locks to prevent her from seeing him again. However, she managed to get her brother to help her out. It was the last time she saw her family.

"I'm sorry," her mother said softly. "She was never strong, always falling sick, with fever and flu." He heard her cry softly. Walking up to her, he put an arm around her. "Her father's in hospital too. He has lung cancer and the doctor said it's

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