Ion let out a wet, gravelly laugh that turned into a cough. "My heart stopped forty years ago when your mother left. This? This is just the engine finally running out of fuel."
"You know," he whispered, his voice suddenly clear, "everyone thinks a deathbed is for apologies. But I don't want to apologize for the drinking. I want to apologize for the reasons I started." sunt_betiv_pe_pat_de_moarte
"Don't be like me," he whispered, a single tear escaping the corner of his eye, smelling faintly of rye. "Don't wait until the end to realize that the world is beautiful enough without the haze." Ion let out a wet, gravelly laugh that turned into a cough