"W-what?" You said, feeling like you just got punched in the gut. "How long have you known this?"
He closed his eyes and sighed, looking like he was about to cry.
"Two years." He said, his voice cracking.
"Two years." You whispered more to yourself than him. "That's how long you were gone."
"What were you doing in L.A.?" You asked.
"Getting surgeries." He said. "I have brain cancer so doctors have to control the growth of the tumor. They've taken it out a couple times but it keeps coming back strong." He was crying at this point. "They said that the life expectancy of someone with this is eighteen months to two years after diagnosis. But some people live past that but not all."
"Don't cry." You said, starting to cry yourself. "You're gonna make me cry."
"I wanted to tell you." He said. "But I just couldn't. So I didn't talk to you the whole time I was in L.A. for that reason."
"I'm just glad you told me before it was too late." You said. "But what about everything that we had planned? The wedding? What about that? And now we got a kid in the picture. What about them? What's going to happen to them?"
"I don't know." He said. "I really wish that I knew (Y/N). But I can tell you that I'm pretty sure that I can make it through."
"That's good at least." You said. "But we should spend as much time together as we can."
"I agree." He said. "And we can do whatever you want to do."
You smiled. You knew exactly what you wanted to do.
"Let's watch the sunset." You said, looking over at the setting sun.
He smiled and stood up. Still holding your hand, he pulled you up.
"I did say whatever you wanted to do." He said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So that's what we'll do."
You smiled as the two of you walked towards the beach.