Chemotherapy again, again and again. You were already so tired, and often thought about giving up. But Liam was always there, right from the moment you were diagnosed with leukemia. He took care of you and gave you strength.

Every day, more of your hair fell out, and you were scared to touch it. In the end, you had no choice but to shave it all off.

You sat at your vanity, while Liam stood behind you, holding scissors and clippers. Each strand fell to the floor, your beautiful crown slowly disappearing. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks, and he saw that through the mirror, felt your pain.

"Hey, hey, don't cry." he whispered. He then lifted the clippers to his own hair and shaved it off. You were shocked and tried to stop him. "Babe, what are you doing?! Don't-"

"Shh... it’s okay, love." he said softly, and then pressed his now bald head against yours, looking at your reflection together.

"See? Now we're the same." he said, trying to laugh. But as he held you tight, tears fell from his eyes too.