Manon is the love of your life that you plan on spending the rest of the minutes you live. You both had a plan on getting married or even having kids of your own, biological or pets.

Everything was going perfect until you were told you were sick, and you probably had a few months left to live. You never told manon about it because she's sensitive and cries very easily. If you have told her, she'd be crying every night and get no rest. Of course you want her to rest well with nothing on her mind.

As you thought she hasn't found out, she did. On a random saturday afternoon she found out you were sick to the point to death. She bursted into your room with tears down her face. Your eyes widened out of concern and you sat up on your bed waiting for her to explain.

while she tried to compose herself, she stood there crying and held up the paper of the doctors note.

"how many more months.. why didnt you fucking tell me.."

her voice was filled with pain as she sobbed out. How'd she find it? Manon felt hurt that you never told her and it's been months since you found out.. all she wanted to do was to take care of you.

"why didnt you tell me?!"

she screamed, she felt weak and her legs were giving out. Just fucking talk it out for her sake..