City heart ; my best character

Ember Helberg
The dying teaches the living to love and to live. Ember , like his name envisions , was ever the little fragments of hope, of fire ,of life... even when he died .British American who's home was laid in the arms of a local girl who had no memory of her past life with him. Ember suffered the kind of suffering that was not painless, but he never felt that he merited praise for .One of three brothers , three identical brothers ; he alone was sick ; he alone died .But not before Arhorhea remembered. Arhorhea is the girl who was his home , long before she knew .
Ember loved life , but living became scary as death approached. He had a photographic memory; but his blessings was also a curse. He couldn't forget, but then he couldn't forget when he had to .
I cannot say Ember's story without having to talk about Arhorhea. For even while she held his heart for a long time, Ember felt like he couldn't touch hers. He felt like he broke it . So he came back after ten years to find her again.
Managing the family's anime company at such a young age ( he is a teenager), it seemed like that was the only way he appeared useful to his father--purely intellectual strength. In other ways his father thought him dead because he had a degenerative illness that worsened to a point where he couldn't keep down what he ate ; sort of an intestinal disorder.
Arhorhea was an artist. She could create life from nothingness. But she faded when Ember left;and ignited again after he returned - she burned long after he died. But Ember was an art. A sad masterpiece that hung on the wall for all to marvel at it's beauty. Only a few could see the twist. He wanted to feel love at it's zenith before leaving and he showed Arhorhea how to fly again - how to paint the butterflies just before they fly away, how to create art that lives .
Three things Ember cherished .... or four : his mom who died , his guitar, Arhorhea a, his brothers. These things he had while he slept for the last time.
His death wasn't as peaceful as you'd imagine. There was a lot of a pain , and a lot of sadness. But as he died , he died knowing that he got what he wanted; there was a lot of love . Arhorhea remembered and she loved . She lived as he died ; she picked up her own embers an ignited a fire . She bloomed , while Ember faded with the summer petals I autumn spring. He got to touch her heart one last time
Thank you @belenguerra and @fendit for this opportunity