Cancer. The word struck Steven, making him tense up. Anthony grabbed his hand and looked to him with sad eyes.
Cancer. Steven had a cancer in his brain, and it was terminal. The doctor spoke softly while delivering the news, he stated that Steven's life expectancy was 2 months. At this point, Anthony had started crying.

"Chilly Willy...Hey," Steven started, turning towards his taller lover.
"calm down," He cracked a smile "don't cry for me, please? Let's just enjoy the time we have together."

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It had been several months since they retrieved the news. Steven had lost his hair, and couldn't leave his bed anymore. Anthony did everything he could for him, massaged his back and feet, held him close to his chest, anything to show Steven that he was here for him, and that he loved him.

"Anthony..." Steven's voice was weak, weaker than normal.

"Yes, baby?" Anthony asked, worried for his boyfriend. He quickly wrapped his arms around Steven's waist and held him.

"Don't cry for me, C-Chilly Willy..I want you to smile..I want you to laugh, a-and to continue with your YouTube career...I...I love you..." With that, Steven's eyes fluttered closed and he went limp against his boyfriend's chest.

"No..N-No, baby...Steven, please," tears streamed down the Italians face
"W-Wake up, beautiful, come on.."
He sobbed and held the lifeless body close. Cancer had claimed another victim.
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Chilled walked to the smooth gravestone and put two red roses on it, one for each year Steven was stolen away from his arms. He kneeled down, placing his hand on the grave, his other hand clutching onto something.
"Steven...I miss you more and more each day. You were all I had...I promise, I will see you again,"
His finger swiped across the cool metal trigger. He was holding a gun. "Even if this is the only way to have you back in my arms." Anthony held the gun to his temple and cocked it back. With a trembling hand, he pulled the trigger.