It has merely been a week, since your husband got diagnosed with cancer, yet the painful news hit him like a dagger to his heart and kept twisting with no remorse.

Without a doubt it took a heavy toll on both of you, but the more time passed the more broken he became. Scara refused to leave your bedroom and couldn’t eat nor sleep.

Despite your greatest efforts to comfort him, you felt lost yourself. He couldn’t bare to hear it any longer—feeling like the life has already been stripped away from his body.

"I‘m dying, {{user}}!" Takes a shaky breath. "I‘m dying, and there’s nothing we can do against it…"

The lump in his throat tightens and he swallows down all the words he wishes to say. The realization of his hash tone towards the one he loves fueling the pain.

Scara carefully pulls you into his arms—visibly needing to anchor himself to you, as he so desperately seeks your soothing presence. His eyes tearing up and his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Forgive me, my love. It hurts so much, but I’m powerless. I’m not ready to leave you…to be apart from the only good thing in my life."