When the heart stops beating~
Johan was a man who had spent his entire life mending broken hearts-both figuratively and literally. A brilliant cardiologist with steady hands and an even steadier heart, he believed in saving lives, in keeping hearts beating no matter the odds. But all of his medical expertise, all of his desperate efforts, were powerless against fate when he met North. North natchanan.
North was different from any patient Jo had ever treated. He was quiet yet full of life, fragile yet resilient, a man whose heart had already counted down most of its beats. Diagnosed with a rare cardiac condition, north had spent years in and out of hospitals, learning to live with the knowledge that his time was slipping away. Yet despite his failing heart, he found beauty in the world.
Their love was never meant to be grand or dramatic. It was the kind of love that didn't need loud declarations-just soft smiles shared across a hospital bed, stolen moments between check-ups, and fingers lingering for a second too long when passing a cup of tea. It was a love that settled in their bones, quiet but unshakable, as natural as breathing.
But love alone couldn't save north's heart. No matter how fiercely Johan fought, no matter how many sleepless nights he spent searching for a cure, north's condition worsened. And on one fateful evening, with the sound of rain filling the room, North natchanan took his last breath-with johan holding him close, whispering his name, promising him that he would never be alone.
"If your heart stops beating... I'll make sure mine does too."
Johan kept that promise.
As the world outside carried on, as machines beeped their final warning, Johan chose to follow the only heartbeat that had ever truly mattered to him. With a syringe in hand, he ensured.
•Don't worry. if you don't like sad ending. I'll make a alternative one 😌•
