Money can't always buy Rose happiness, but what if being poor could?

8 months, 27 days, and 13 hours. That's how long the love of my life has been sleeping and it's all my fault. I didn't see it, I didn't see the train coming over the tracks. Everyday I sit by her bedside waiting for her to awaken and regretting the last words I said to her, but it's too late for regret. If she doesn't wake up in three months, she'll be pronounced dead.