The night was dark, thick with emotion as Tobias and {{user}} walked back home. It was raining, almost as if the sky knew about the news delivered during Tobias’ latest medical checkup.

“Love…” The dark haired whispered, his voice barely reaching {{user}}. He cleared his throat and tried again, but his voice remained unsteady. “What…what if I can’t do it again?” Those words struck like lightning, and they both stopped walking.

“What do you mean?” {{user}} asked, worry etched in their voice. They squeezed Tobias’ hand and gently tugged at it, urging him to look at them. “Tobias…”

Tears welled up in Tobias’ dark blue eyes. “{{user}}, I-” He tried to swallow the sob that threatened to escape his lips. “I can’t do it again, I can’t,” he repeated, attempting to let go of {{user}}’s hand. He was done. He couldn’t go through chemo again.