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He never knew something like this would actually happen. And he would never dream of it to happen. Especially if it was you. Out of all people, why you? The most angelic and pure soul, being in the grasp of something so rotten and evil.

Cancer was a sin. It was nothing but the Devil's creation. And out of all people in the entire world to choose, it chose you to get caught. He never felt so empty and shattered when the diagnosis was told to him. Even to you, it was a shocker. He didn't know what to feel or how to react about it. Even its very existence he didn't know what to do.

Get angry?

Cry his eyes out?

Pray for your well-being?

Fall to his hands and knees, begging for mercy on your poor soul?

Nothing. He couldn't figure out a single thing.

Everyday was a trip to the hospital. Discussions on how to fight back this terrible disease. Same discussion. Same hospital. The same hospital room. The same hospital bed.

He wished everyday went slower. Just to savor you while he still can. But everyday you get weaker and weaker slowly. You were afraid. Afraid of dying. Afraid of dying so early. Every night you would cry in his shoulder, saying you weren't ready. Not ready to die.

"You're not going to die. Not when I'm still around you're not."Was always his same response as he held you close. Running his fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair.

He didn't want you to die either. He himself wasn't ready. You being only in your twenties. You two had so many things planned in your lives.

Never getting the chance to get married, create a family of your own, or even dying at a old age. You two were simply not ready. Usually someone would leave from the person with cancer, but not Levi. He stayed with you through it all. Right by your side.

But each day you got weaker than you were the day before. Until there was that one day you were so weak you ended up in that same damned hospital bed. In the same cursed hospital room.

Levi sat in a chair right beside you, as you laid there with such little energy. He sat there reading a story to you. As he finished, he closed the book,"And they slayed the dragon and everyone lived happily ever after. Fin."He looks at you as you watched him with vacant eyes. His heart sinks slightly.

"Really? That's it? But what happened to... the princess?"You ask after taking a pause for breath. Your voice weak and ragged. Talking was difficult and tiring for you as you would take breaths in the middle of sentences from time to time.

"Well,"He says setting the book down,"She dumped the prince's ass because of how much of a douchebag he was and now I'm pretty sure she's having lesbian sex with her best friend."

"Awesome..."You say with a weak smile. He returns it with a small but yet weak one. The room was silent as you both stared at one another. He held your hand gently, which looked so fragile at the moment that it would break if he held any tighter. Rubbing his thumb gently on the back of it.

He wanted this moment to last forever and imprinted in his mind for an eternity. He gently held your hand up and gave a gentle kiss on the back of it. You smiled weakly at him. He couldn't bear it, that smile. He missed that energetic girl. That girl who would always cling to him lovingly. The girl who would always have that childlike grin plastered on her face.

But now, right before his eyes, she was being slowly taken away. It hurt him to see this. He didn't want that girl to leave. But she was. Being replaced by another girl. Still happy, but sad and suffering. Weak in health. Sick. And not just sick, but diagnosed with cancer. Out of all sicknesses, cancer was one of them.

But you both know nothing can stop death. And you both hated it. Knowing that you were going to pass anytime soon. He didn't want that to happen. Never.

He then used his other hand to gently rub your cheek with the back of his hand. Caressing it gently and lovingly. You couldn't help but feel like crying at the next thing. Something that you both hoped wouldn't happen yet.

"L-Levi..."You say quietly.

"Yes?"He asks looking at you.

"I... I think I'm dying..."You say weakly. His eyes widened.

"No. Don't say that. You're not dying."He says reassuringly.

"Levi... My time's up any minute..."

He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to,"I'm going to get the nurse."He says standing.

"No, Levi. Don't...."You say holding his hand with all the energy you had left,"Stay..."

"(Y/n), let me go get the doctor."He says, his voice quavering and rising with anger.

"Don't..."

"Damn it, (Y/n)! Let me get the them! You're fucking dying!"He says as some tears rolled down his cheeks.

"But I'll die by the time you come back... Just stay here... I want you to be the last thing I see before I go...."You say weakly and holding up your hand. He scowled deeply and walked over to you at your side. He took your hand in his.

"Please, (Y/n)... Stay... I'm not ready... Please just stay..."He said as more tears went down his face. He held your hand almost tightly with both of his hands. Which were shaking.

"Levi... I wish... I can... I'm not ready either... But I want you to be happy..."

"How? Without you..."He couldn't bear to speak more without sobbing, trying to hold it back,"Without you I'm nothing! Just please stay strong god damnit! You can still make it!"His voice mixed with anger and despair.

"I love you... So much... Please, Levi... I want you to live happily... Promise me that... Promise me that you'll live happily..."You say looking at him, your breathing getting slower. He looked at you with tear filled eyes.

"I... I promise..."He holds your hand even tighter. You smile weakly.

"I love you, Levi...."You say reaching your end. He clenches his teeth holding back the sobs.

"I love you too..."

You smile at him as you took your last breath and your eyes slowly closed. Until your hand went limp in his own. More tears fell.

"(Y/n)... Say something... Oh god please...."He closed his eyes tightly as he held your hand tightly,"Please god damn it... Say something...."

He didn't want to believe you were gone. He just wanted to believe that you were asleep. Choked sobs filled the quiet room. He held your now cold lifeless body close to his. He held it like his life depended on it. And he did. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he kept pleading quietly for you to stay with him.

He looked at your face. Pale but yet still so beautiful and pure. He raised a shaky hand to move the strand of hair out of your face and tuck behind your ear. His teeth still clenched. You were gone. He laid down in the bed and held your body close to him. And cried.