He was my light. I needed him to survive here on earth. But, what can I do? He's gone.

He's gone. He eventually surrendered to the illness I did not know that he was already feeling. At first, I did not believe that he was actually sick. Why? I was selfish. I forced everything to be about me, as if the world revolves around me or as if I was the center of the universe.

He's gone because I was insensitive.

Who am I?
I am just a speck of dust within the galaxy.

Even though it was all my fault, I still believe that I should live.

I should live because it is what he wants. He wants me to be successful in order to turn this place suitable for people to actually live. He wants me to change the world.

I will live for not just myself, but also for him. His journey within the earth is done. His time is already up and I can no longer save him. But I could still do what he wants. He has given me a mission— the simplest mission of all, and that is to live.