The council chamber was silent as you rose, the weight of your words heavy on your chest.

“As you all know,” you began, steadying yourself on the table, “I am dying.”

No one reacted with shock. They had known for years, from the tremor in your hands to the moments when Mel’s gaze lingered on you in quiet worry. But saying it aloud made it real in a way that stole your breath.

“I’ve spent eight years fighting for this city,” you continued, your voice cracking slightly. “And now, my time is running out. I won’t pretend I’m not afraid,” you said, your throat tightening as tears welled in your eyes. One slipped free, and you quickly wiped it away, but the emotion was impossible to hide. “I only ask that when I’m gone, you carry on this work. Don’t let it end with me.”

Mel stood, crossing to your side with a grace that seemed effortless. She placed a hand on your shoulder, grounding you. “We will honor you,” she said, her voice firm but thick with emotion. “You’ve given this city everything, and we’ll make sure your legacy endures.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. “You’re not facing this alone.”

Tears threatened again as you squeezed her hand. “You never let me,” you whispered back.

And for the first time in months, the weight on your heart felt lighter.