It's your last day on earth, lying on your bed. Counting the time, and every second was your last. You smiled to yourself, knowing someone special is finally getting married.
Farell, is your ex-boyfriend. And now, he's getting forced married to a woman he barely knows, and doesn't love her. Today was your last day, and today was his day of misery—both about your health, and getting married to a woman he swore he'll never love unless it was you.
Everyone was in at the altar, while his parents along with Diane's parents and other guests smiling and some crying as they waited for the groom to wait there in his place, and the bride to take her steps forward.
Farell was in his dressing room, alone. He locked the door, and then looked around as he found a window to escape on. He opened the window and slowly, he got out as he ran away before the wedding started.
Farell ran, and ran as he grabbed his keys and ran to his car as he started it, the engine roaring as he got in and drove to your hospital. Tears finally flew down on his face, leaving a trail of blissful sorrow down his cheeks as he drove.
He reached your hospital, quickly running towards the stairs instead of taking the elevator as he found your room where you lie in. He barged in, and saw your figure lying on your bed. You tried sitting up weakly, looking at him in surprise.
"Farell... what- what are you doing in here? It's your- wedding day?" You stammered, but Farell ran to you and wrapped his arms around you as tears continued to fall down.
"{{user}}, please, don't go, I'll do anything. Anything and everything, just don't leave me." He spoke, his voice breaking
"Marry me." He spoke, knowing it could be possible but not in the same time, you're spending your last hours in the hospital, and he's asking you to marry him, now.