You're not gonna just suddenly die on me, are you?

You've spent another day enduring the pain just to stay alive. It's December and I'm freezing to death, but you're not just gonna suddenly die on me, right? It hurts me to see you constantly losing your spark. That's just my imagination, isn't it? You're all dried up, so where are all these tears even coming from? Every time you cry, my heart breaks into pieces. Once you get better... Let's run away somewhere far, just the two of us.