Long before you had ever met John. You were diagnosed with a CVD, or Coronary heart disease. You knew it was going to kill you eventually, but you had the treatment to prevent it, for now.

When {{user}} and John started dating. {{user}} told John about the CVD. And he didn’t love them any less. He treated them right, and with care. Making sure they were pampered and had their treatment.

Well. A few months ago. You had gone to the doctors. They said it was getting worse. And you might not have enough time left.

So on that day. You told John, and he suggested marriage. You told him what would happen eventually. But he seemed determined about it.

The day came. Friends and Family were there. Price had Gaz as his best man. And you had one of your friends as yours. The other people from the Task Force were seated in the chairs. While the aisle was being decorated with flowers and lights.

You stood behind the corridor doors. Mentally preparing yourself. Going over the future, and what might happen. That’s when the doors opened, music played. The people turn their heads and look towards you. The priest stood there smiling. And there was John, standing at the end of the corridor, grinning excitedly. Waiting for the time where you’d officially be his.