Hi. I know it's been basically forever since I've updated my stories, but this I wrote for someone and it means a lot to me. I wanted to keep it a one-shot but I'm not sure yet. Please review if you like it. & If you want it to be even more great, read it while listening to At The Beginning- Donna Lewis.

It was time. I asked my Mother to ask him to come to me. Of course he came in a matter of minutes. The room was cold and I could hardly breathe. He walked through the glass door slowly and kept his eyes to the black and white tiled ground. His footsteps were heavy and my eyes were barely open. I wasn't worried about how he would look at me or what he would say; because it wasn't the first time a moment like this would happen to us. The sunlight through my small window began to fade and then there he was. Right in front of me, eyes on me, hand on mine, heart to heart.

"Hello." His voice was like a honey melody I was craving to hear after a tearful separation. I couldn't help but laugh at his choice of word, considering what was about to happen.

"Hi." I had to say back. It was a simple greeting between two people where their conversation starts and hopefully keeps going, but of course there's always that dreaded word that comes after all the topics and questions have been said. That word couldn't wait forever.

Sitting next to me on my bed he kissed me lightly on my forehead as fragile as he could. Probably afraid he was going to break me if he pressed down any harder. Squinting at him through my foggy vision I gave him a weak curve of the lip, but it was easily confused with a frown because of my lack of strength.

"Are you afraid?" He always asked me that, even before. It wasn't the fact that he was scared for me, but I was always to proud to admit anything. But, it seemed like an appropriate time to let my feelings take over.

"Yes. I've never been more scared about anything." I tried to intertwine our hands together whilst I said so, but I couldn't move my hand. Try after try I still couldn't flip my pale and useless hand over so I could touch his back. It was a sign, it was a reason. It made me realize how weak I was and how this would never change. All the fights we've had and the tears, the blaming, and accusing were never going to happen ever again. The thought of no more fights should make a girl happy when thinking about her relationship. But, for me it just simply meant no more kisses, roses, holding hands, endless phone calls, and no more, but the final "I love you."

He kissed my forehead again and grinned at me, but put no real happiness behind the smile. It was awful, what I was doing to him but he knew what had to happen.

"You're the only one for me." He promised. My lip curved again but at the same time it was hard for me to accept that answer.

"No, there will be others." I barely chocked out. "Don't hold onto us. Just do me that favor. Love again." I could feel my chest tightening and my eyelids descending.

He stretched his legs on the bed and laid his head on my chest, listening to my slow heartbeats. His arms carefully wrapped around my body.

"I can't do that. There's no one but you. No one will ever compare. Damn God for cutting our time short, damn everyone for saying I should let go, damn life for coming to an end." It was the first time he ever said it out loud. It wasn't as direct as I hoped it would be but close enough. After months of us both knowing what was going to happen he never wanted to admit what was happening. I just needed him to be okay once it did happen. He needed to accept it.

"It's no ones fault. Ever heard of fate or maybe destiny?" My breathing slowed and my eyes were almost completely shut and I could feel his tears soaking through my gown.

"This is not fate or destiny. This can't be it. My fate is to be with you forever, my destiny is to be with you forever. To love you forever and to cherish you and to live with you until it's out time to die together. How can this be God's plan when he's taking away the one thing that's made me the happiest I've ever been? Nothing is going to be okay after this." He cried out to me, as if I was supposed to fix it. There was nothing I could do but reason with him.

I did believe that we were supposed to love each other for the rest of our lives, get married, have children, grow old together, and be eternally devoted to each other. That was until eight months ago. I tried to look at it with a positive perspective, but he just dwelled on the negative. He didn't want to let me go when I was already ready to leave. I needed him to be okay once I wasn't here. I needed him to keep living once I was no longer to do so myself. I needed him to be happy once I was no longer to make him myself. Those were my last wishes and desires of my life and he refused to give them to me. I needed him to understand.

"There's a reason for everything. You can't just stop your life just because mine will. Please, don't be unhappy after this. Promise me you'll find another girl to make you happy, have kids, live life, and die when you're old and ready. Promise me." I felt a slight nod of his head, but I knew it would still take him awhile to understand.

"When you get there," His voice pleaded to me. "Wait for me?" Tears escaping mine and his eyes were flowing together as we silently promised each other the things we wanted after I went. There wasn't much time left and we both knew. He sat up slowly and wiped his eyes. My vision still foggy from the moisture wasn't able to see his face anymore. I couldn't make out his delicate features or see his smile, not that he was smiling anyways. I knew that it was happening soon. I could feel it.

He could see it too. He wept even louder and kissed me lightly on the lips and then backed away. My hand was cold and empty and my body felt weak. The machines were slowing and my eyes were shut completely.

"I love you." I said, barely a whisper. I knew he couldn't hear me. I could barely hear myself. It was finally washing over me. I couldn't feel him around me anymore, I couldn't see him, and I couldn't hold him. It was finally ending. It was over.

"I love you." I heard him say back. The last I love you.

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