My head is resting on his chest as my tears soaked into his t-shirt. He doesn't love me anymore. I don't know where it all went wrong, where it all fell down. I silently swallow my muffled cries, not wanting to cry in front of him in the slightest.

Oh how I wish he could love me again. But no, he had to be in love with my bastard of a sister. What hurts more is that I haven't even told him I have cancer. I didn't get a chance to be loved by him. My last memory with him isn't even of us loving each other, it's just us arguing over my sister. I tried to pretend as if i never knew he loved my sister for the past month but i figured it out early on.

Now here we both lay in silence, not uttering a word to each other and not knowing of each other's feelings towards one another.