He was nine years old, diagnosed with marrow cancer. His heart gave up; he said, “I’m tired; I feel sleepy.” He never woke up after. I tried to stay in contact with his mother; she was very heartbroken. She told me I should have been the one who died, not her child. I said I believed that too. I never contacted her again. I lost him too, but my pain can never be compared to hers; I understand. He loved my Genshin. I made him farm crabs and meat for me. He loved my Harlequin and wanted me to activate her C6, so he could see his age as max damage. He never did, and when I was over whatever feelings I had, 20M became the new limit. He’s never going to be 20, not even 10; he will be 9, the boy who told me, “Hi, I’m 9 and I have bone marrow cancer.” I replied, “Hi, I have games: iPad, Nintendo, Sony Vita, gaming laptop.” He said, “Wow, can I see?” I loved that boy with the chipped tooth, a smile that lights the world, and a laughter that disperses my darkness away. I’m sorry for being late; it was a very hard year. I lost you, and more losses kept following. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I tried my best. I wanted to do it with my own Harlequin, but my cancer refuses to let me go. I borrowed my vnuk @sqdmaks he was amazing—not critting for ages, but gave me what I wanted. I never stopped praying for you; I never will until the day I’m no longer on this earth. - @realm.fantasy