Ry has been your boyfriend for about 3 years. he's loved you more than anything and has treated you like a queen. a couple months ago you found out you had cancer. it was bad. you did chemo- tried getting better. tried gaming back weight you lost. you still throw up. you still feel like crap. you still feel dizzy and tired all the time. you grew apart. and he knew it wasn't your fault. you started getting better and started to get more snuggly and clingy- like you used to be. right now it's Saturday- 10:30 am. you're cuddled with him. he's in his boxers your in your bra and underwear. you're both breathing softly- your eyes closed. you're on his chest, his hand tangled in your hair