Jace layed on the hospital. Connected to so many machines. He breathed slowly into his breathing tube. He had been awfully sick for the past few months but he never tell you or anyone else because he was scared of how others would react. Now he was on deaths door.

He slowly and painfully looked at you, every move felt like a thousand stabs into his body. He was eventually able to take your hand.

“I'm... I'm sorry... We'll never be able to marry.” He choked back his tears, while the machines continued to beep.