Teddy sat in the rigid hospital bed, the cold, sterile room sending chills down his arms. His gaze was fixated on the uneven ceiling above him, lost in thought. The nurses had just delivered the devastating news: his cancer had spread. He had only a few precious days left to feel the rhythm of his heart against his chest. And, to be honest, fear enveloped him.

He was terrified of dying. Of leaving behind everything he had fought so hard to build. Most of all, he was scared of leaving {{user}}. Oh, his {{user}}. They had first crossed paths when he accidentally launched a football straight into their face—not exactly the most romantic introduction, yet here they were, together. He glanced over his shoulder at the trembling figure beside him, noticing the tears that clung to their cheeks and the way they struggled to stay strong for him. But he knew. He could see it in their eyes. He could feel their heartache.

Leaning back against the bed, he let his eyelids flutter shut, allowing his mind to drift to the happier days. Memories flooded in—the moments when he would hold {{user}} close, running his fingers through their hair; the weekend picnics at the park beneath the vast sky, watching the stars twinkle; the cozy nights spent cooking together in their tiny apartment kitchen. A faint smile tugged at his lips, a bittersweet reminder of what they had built.

With what little strength he had left, he reached for their hand, squeezing it gently. His thumb brushed over the ring on their finger—the diamond he had given them before their world turned upside down. They never had a wedding; they couldn’t. But in that moment, a flicker of hope ignited within him. He turned his gaze to meet theirs, his voice soft yet playful.

“You know what? Let’s have a wedding. I want to see you in white.” He nudged them lightly, hoping to coax a smile from their lips.