They sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Where to begin the conversation? Neither knew how, though they had so much to say. Adam stared straight ahead while Alia looked down at her socked feet. Her mouth opened to speak, but found no sound coming out. She let out a sigh and flopped back onto her bed, her blonde hair landing about her head like a halo. Adam turned around to face her, settling beside her, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Can I go with you?" He didn't look at her when he spoke. He couldn't.
She let out another sigh. "No."
"Why not? You're just going to come home and tell me."
"I don't want you there."
"It's just a doctor's appointment," he said. He moved closer to her.
"We both know it's not." She kept her eyes fixed on the revolving fan. He would never understand the importance of her appointment. He wasn't the one that was dying.
"Fine, will you marry me then?"
Alia turned to look at him. Her big brown eyes roamed over his face, searching for any sign of jest in his features. She sat up, pushing herself back to lean against the headboard. Her arms wrapped around her legs. "Why? What's the point?" She didn't know why he would ask her this.
"Because I love you. Do I really need another reason?
"I might not be here tomorrow Adam."
He gave her a wolfish grin. His grey eyes lit up as he looked at her, his love. "That's ok. We'll just live tonight," he said as he pulled the bright pink covers over their heads and kissed her.