The Nice Guy Always Dies

Today I almost died.
And I will tell you why, so you don't do the same.

He is the kind of man people trust.
Quiet. Reliable. Gentle enough to be loved.
Especially by her.

When the woman he loves is diagnosed with leukemia, the world reduces itself to a number: 200,000 euros.
Four months. No alternatives. No miracles.

At first, he looks for honest solutions.
Then reasonable ones.
Then solutions that only work if you stop asking the right questions.

What scares him most is not what he's doing - it's how natural it feels.