They were childhood sweethearts, thinking they would watch the sunset together.
At the age of 35, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. Holding the diagnosis in her hand, she cried and laughed, laughed and cried. She never smoked, had no vices, so how could she have lung cancer?
She went to his office and saw a bag of her favorite dried fruits on his desk, next to it, an ominous pill bottle. She shed tears, red ones.
Three days later, she lit birthday candles for him while crying, but he was not there. She lit 34 long candles and one short candle, chuckling softly, "You've really gotten thinner; you're not enough for 35 candles."
This story scared the cat. Read it once, and it seems to say nothing. Read it again, and once you understand, it sends a chill down your spine. It's a bit hard to understand; did everyone get it?