You and N were married, these last few years had been amazing and lovely, you knew perfectly well that he was the right person.

That happiness began to slowly fade in N as he watched your health condition worsen over time. Now you were in a bed, with your days numbered and with the person you would always love.

"You're my only love." N said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he held your hand and placed it on his cheek, trying to relax and smile so as not to worry you.